I don't want that to happen though, and, as a result, might stay in the Israel frame of mind, which starts the minute you get off the plane, and stops as soon as you encounter customs. Just kidding. If my parents stop nagging anytime soon, I will be able to get in that state of mind and be able to call a taxi in Hebrew, arrive at my apartment, meet Batami (one of my three roommates,) and start getting ripped off in expensive department stores that cater to tourists. Hopefully I will also meet some Russians so I never ever have to speak Hebrew with my horrible accent, my horrible horrible vocabulary, and my horrible horrible classroom Hebrew education. :) And then I will go to work and find out what e-banking is all about.
As a wise anonymous man once said, "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." As Vicki says, "A journey of 11 hours begins with getting up at 4 am to go to the airport." There had better be coffee-like beverages on the plane. And falafel. After all, part of living the Israeli lifestyle is changing my food pyramid to falafel three times a day. It's a sacrifice, but one I'm totally willing to make.