Finally after over a year of not flying I boarded an El Al flight to New York in April. For someone who had regularly flown between Europe, the US and Israel – having homes, family and work on all three continents – it seemed strange to feel apprehensive.
The flight was challenging due to strict mask-wearing conditions. One person even had a panic attack screaming he didn’t want to die because a couple of his fellow passengers had not fully covered their noses. Those numerous COVID tests, though necessary, were tedious, reminding one of hospitals more than of a holiday. Two vaccines and prior tests only hours before flying were not sufficient. Yet it was all well worth it to reunite with my son who lives in Manhattan after over a year in which he ventured out to work in a deserted city during the pandemic.