After 15 hours of flying, one layover, and an ever-so-short detention by the IDF in the Israeli airport, I am home in Ramallah. It was a lovely reunion with my Amo (uncle) and the rest of the family. Part of me feels like I've been away for ages, and part of me feels like I've never left. It's strange to simultaenously feel so at home and yet so much like a visitor in a strange land. I've only been here a couple of hours, though, so I'm sure I'll settle in nicely. More later - for now, I'm embroiled in a tense battle of 'Hmar, the Palestinian equilvant of Old Maid, with a 7 year-old, no less. We'll see who wins...
xx
18 August 2008
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2 comments:
Good Luck. Those 7 year old's can be vicious....at least it's not an ankle biting 2 year old...I've got one of those
Glad u made it there safe and sound - and that to with just 'n=1' crazy lady experience...that's on the low side for u ;)
have a fun trip!
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