Nervousness

Shabat is almost ready, the salads are done and I just have to prepare the rice for the chicken. We're leaving for Israel on Sunday! My middle son is shaking of excitement. He has been hearing about Israel as long as he can remember and now he is finally going to discover this land which is so important for us! He will be able to taste a haburger at Mac Donald's for the first time in his life isn't that a thing to remeber? I am nervous, this is the last time we're going there before leaving.
This morning I called my Israeli bank to ask if the money we've "swifted" had arrived.
- Non cherie, not yet! answered the French-speaking lady. I smiled and wondred if there is another country in the world where they call you darling when you call the bank...
Shabat shalom!