Greetings From a Youth Hostel Outside Jerusalem

We survived! We are getting ready to leave for the airport and have stopped quickly at a youth hostel outside Jerusalem for sustenance and they have a computer you can use for 10 minutes at a time.

We came within spitting distance of five different countries, drove through the West Bank (eeek!), rode camels, visited more churches than I can even remember, and ate so much pita and hummus that I don’t even want to hear the word hummus for at least two months.

Out flight leaves at 1am tomorrow morning (we’re 10 hours ahead) so essentially we’ll have been awake for two days straight by the time we get home. One thing I can tell you authoritatively, though, is that the people in Israel never met an instant coffee they didn’t like. I can’t wait to get home to Starbucks!!!

I’ll update again when we land. For now, my time is up. I’m off for an interminable flight across three seas and four continents!

2 thoughts on “Greetings From a Youth Hostel Outside Jerusalem

  1. Hahahaha – I laughed out loud when I read your post. The ubiquity of Nescafe – and the fervency with which people adoooore their Nescafe – I found quite astounding when I moved here.
    Hey – maybe we just found the *one* thing Egyptians and Israelis can agree on!
    Anyways, I am embarrassed/proud to admit that I sometimes enjoy a cup of Nescafe – even if I can’t make it taste decently when I make it myself. And boy did I feel dumb the first time I asked ‘How do you make Nescafe?’ “Uh… just add water” (stupid american!) Seriously, though, every time I make it it tastes like sludge…
    The one time I had starbucks here (in Alexandria) I was completely giddy – and I never thought I’d be that kind of person!
    Glad you liked your trip – can’t wait to hear more!

  2. It’s fairly alarming that the Nescafe scourge has permeated the Middle East but I appreciate your perspective on the matter. Perhaps peace is possible? Better yet, perhaps the U.N. would do well to distribute Nescafe during gatherings.

    I hear what you’re saying about Starbucks. When you’re abroad, sometimes you ache for the little luxuries from home. I almost had a nuclear break down in the airport coming home though.

    We were at JFK airport in New York and had been awake for more than 24 hours straight at that point. Our flight to Seattle was leaving in 30 minutes so Wes and I braved the Starbucks line and started taking orders for other people in our group.

    It took us 25 minutes to get to the front of the line and all the while I was dreaming of a luscious grande non-fat chai tea latte and scone. Honestly, I would have done morally reprehensible things to get that chai.

    We get to the cashier and she says to us, “You weren’t hoping to get a beverage with steamed milk, were you?”. I sooo wanted to reply, “No, we just liked the ambience of this particular line.” She then told us that the steamer was broken.

    Honestly, I’d be surprised if her life didn’t flash before her eyes at that point. You do not want to tell 30 jet-lagged and coffee-deficient Seattle-ites that Starbucks is not available to them.

    Anyway, disgruntled and tired we got on the plane but obviously I’m still steamed about it (HA!). She may think she’s tough because she’s from New York but I had the advantage of sleep-deprivation-induced lunacy on my side, if you know what I mean…

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