My trip to Saint Petersburg actually began in Sde Boker. My family and I were spending Shabbat there just prior to the red eye I was taking for a midday Sunday Bris in Russia. It was a stark dichotomy, going from one of the warmest and driest places in the world to one of the coldest and wettest. To make the flight, we had to drive immediately when Shabbat ended. Upon arrival at the airport, I snuck out of the car leaving my four little ones fast asleep in the back. After making the requisite reference to When Harry Met Sally, about Harry’s reservations in driving someone to the airport at the beginning of a relationship I kissed my wife goodbye and headed on my way.
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