We arrive to find a delightfully damp Israel. Makes me think back to days in Tucson, and the preciousness of the rainy seasons. That, and the cocoa-enticing, swollen clouds of Portland.
Highlight from the flight: upgrading myself to business class to get a few zzzs. And by upgrading myself, I mean pretending to use the business class restroom, and then walking ever so casually back to a business class seat and falling asleep. Nothing like being woken up to “Sir? Excuse me – what is your seat number?”. Me, feigning confusion: “Oh, I, uh… uh… I. I’m in the wrong seat.” To which the kind flight attendant replied “Yes – the very wrong seat.”
So worth it. And let’s be honest, permaculture principal #9: get the most for the least. Business class for free? Seems to be right in line with Mr. Holmgren on that score. And I’d hate to let a resource like an empty seat go to waste 😉 At the end of the day, what can I say but…
Olive press and hot springs on tap for tomorrow. Internet might be sporadic, but hoping to get some pictures up as we go.
In the meantime here’s a couple of highlights from my time with Brian and Sam.
The master chefs hard at work:
B, unintentionally (?) showing off the guns:
A poster from their apartment that I think aptly captures their relationship:
With all my awesomest love,