It was hard leaving Israel. After spending some time in the north, we missed Jerusalem and the students so much we returned to visit one more night before leaving Israel. Returning to Jerusalem and seeing the students again felt like coming home. Surprised to see us again, they greeted us warmly. It was hard to tear ourselves away.
We forgot that Rosh Hashanah (Jewish New Year) was the same day as my birthday. We were invited to a Rosh Hashanah celebration and went for a short while. Almost all places closed early--restaurants, too. Finding somewhere to have dinner proved a bit of a challenge. Finally we found that the YMCA across from the King David Hotel was serving a buffet dinner so we made our way there. It proved to be a most memorable experience. We had a good laugh. They were serving chicken--one of the few things John does not eat. There was no dressing for the salad and the bread was like store-bought white Wonder Bread, not the yummy fresh bread so common all over Israel. For birthday cake, we choose the only cake available, chocolate cake. I think they forgot to add the sugar. We had a good laugh about it.
Our plane left at 5am so we had to leave our hotel at 1am. We took an Arab taxi (Hebrew transportation was not running). Our driver took us another route--through the West Bank, to get to the airport. The road was one of the most excellent roads in Israel/Palestine and delivered us quickly to the airport. Once we checked in and got through security, we relaxed to wait for our plane. I ordered coffee and an almond croissant. They were so yummy I could hardly stand it! Hurrah for adventures!