Overnight in Geneva with Gerrit and Whit. Odd place for a stop en route to Tel Aviv, but so it goes. Lovely meal with local wine and a good night’s sleep — all very much needed after 18 hours in transit.
Feeling hopelessly American this side of the Atlantic, with my sensible shoes, white t-shirt, and khakis. Even the businessmen in Geneva wear beautiful scarves atop their suits and the women wear dangerously high heels no matter what. But I am making my way and feeling suitably disoriented. On to Tel Aviv.