Aside from the fact that a tall Haredi man's right elbow spent the majority of the flight comfortably settled beyond what I had presumed to be a green line of sorts demarcating the border between his seat and mine, the half-day journey back was tolerable enough.
And that's basically it.
Several Arab dictatorships after my initial snowy departure, I've now returned to a warm and misty New York (this time sans the ticket back to that tiny and very special country called Israel).
After 6 months and over 4,000 hits in 22 counties, this will be foshJerusalem's 56th and final blog post.
I've enjoyed this process of occasionally verbalizing and sharing snippets of my experiences over the last few months, and I hope that on occasion you have too.
There's no way that this actually has 4,000 hits in 22 countries. I want proof.
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