“Two free tickets to anywhere,” the El Al representative promised. It was incentive enough to be bumped from our flight and diverted to… Cairo
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” T wo free tickets to anywhere” the El Al representative promised. It was incentive enough for us to agree to be bumped from our flight to New York and diverted to… Cairo. Just a few hours later our young family was flying over a vast and desolate tract of land. We peered out the plane window at the flat expanse and talked about how Bnei Yisrael were once truly trapped within this carceral desert. We got another taste of internment when at the Cairo airport we were confined to a small and dismal holding area for several hours with hardly any food or drink. We began to question our bright idea but the children took in the experience as an adventure — so be it! The peeling light green walls of the terminal; the search for a little water and some fruit; entertaining bored children (the adventure wore off in the fourth hour) faded into the background as we headed off on the final leg of our journey.
Payback time: two free tickets to our destination of choice. Both lovers of the great outdoors my husband and I search for the most untouched stretch of wilderness we can reach in the seven days we have to travel. We pick Vancouver. The following year after arranging a slew of childcare shifts we choose we plan and we fly.
Yet at liftoff my excitement of having a week as a couple after an eight-year stretch devoted to child-rearing turns to dread. As we’re propelled toward the west I feel my body jettison away from my heart like the part of the rocket that falls away at a launch. A part of me lags stubbornly behind with my dear small children.
“How can I do this?” slowly turns into “I can do this” as my husband and I begin to banter read and relax in a way we haven’t done for years.
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