A window on the world.

Tel Aviv airport.

It’s a pleasant 17 degrees this evening at the eastern end of the Mediterranean.  We sat outside Gabay Felafel and ate schwarma and hummus to help us recover from a long day’s travelling. It’s not the actual flying that tires me, it’s all the other stuff: the transfers, the packing, the queuing, the anxiety. 

It’s good to be back.