אי שם מעבר לים

OK, I gotta say it’s really weird that we're here. In the States. In Stoughton. In Judy’s house. I mean, this is where I spent each summer during my entire childhood, and now, not only is my love seeing my "childhood landscape", he’s also living it with me… Just the room alone that we're staying in has so many memories, I don't know how to explain it. It’s different from my room in my parents' house. Maybe because no one else was exposed to this place. Weird. It’s like I have a whole different set of memories that I'de forgotten about.

Back to real life. Today we started our lives here: we opened a bank account. Aviad would probably elaborate on the monetary system, but at least in terms of customer service, you're a king here. Actually not, but here they know how to make you believe you're one. We still had to wait ten minutes for a banker, but this was after a person took our name and told us to sit at comfortable couches where we could enjoy free lolypops..

It took over an hour to open the account but now we're finally good to go (=become American consumers 'lemofet').

What else can I tell you? Maybe I should go back to tell you about the flight. It was terribly long this time. We had a delay in Zurich because there was a "major leak in the breaks system" (poor Aviad - he’s a flight-o-phob as it is), but even after we finally got on the plane, the flight did not want to end. Aviad was so happy a slept a good long nap only to find out that a half an hour went by… I had less of a problem because I slept the whole way from Tel Aviv to Zurich, which was basically still night time. I can fall asleep anywhere anytime, in fact I feel like I'm falling asleep right now.

 Having said that I will bid you all good night (good morning to most of you).

We love and miss you…

So weird we're here.