I am HERE! (A statement that is both vague and true)

The flight stuff went relatively well, I suppose. I got here. In OKC and Chicago, everything went very smoothly, but the Philadelphia airport is on my bad list though. My plane arriving there sat on the tarmac for an hour and a half, then the one leaving for Frankfurt was a full 4 hours behind schedule. They turned off the air conditioning for a few hours while we sat in the plane, and there were stinky boys next to me. Ew. It was a little bit miserable. (Looks like I picked the wrong day to quit sniffing glue) I think I slept through dinner, but I'm not sure. I vaguely remember hearing someone say, "If they offer you chicken or beef, don't take the beef," and also I smelled food, so it could have just been a really vivid dream. Anyway, we made it to Germany safely.
When I finally got to the Frankfurt airport, poor Naemi had been waiting for four hours! It was so good to see her. We didn't have time to drive into the city, but she brought delicious breakfast food and we sat on benches and ate bread, scones, croissants, jam, cherries, and grapes. It was GREAT. People kept staring at us, probably because they were jealous of our carbs.
Then Naemi abandoned me to go back to school, and, through a sequence of awkward events, I found my next gate. The only part of this adventure that you may find remotely interesting was when I was seeking someone to give me a boarding pass and kept going to the wrong desks. When I thought I finally found it, it turned out that it was some medical place with lots of elderly Germans sitting around. The lady at the desk said, "You don't need a wheelchair, do you," but I looked pitiful and stupid enough that she somehow printed it off for me anyway.
The Frankfurt-Tel Aviv flight was actually quite fun. I made friends with the girl sitting next to me, a Palestinian named Ruwa. She gave me some Jerusalem pointers and showed me a lot of pictures of her cat. She lives five minutes away from the university where I will be studying, so hopefully we'll hang out.
The highlight of the Tel Aviv airport was not finding my luggage. Apparently it stayed in Frankfurt. BUT it should be here soon. I met some nice people on the sherut who offered me socks when they found out my luggage vanished, but I declined. They were some pretty ugly socks. Meanwhile, I have pretty much everything I need, especially the things that are absolutely essential. But I can't wait to be reunited with my luggage.
So anyway, Israel is beautiful. I rode the sherut from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem, so we were driving through the mountains while the sun was coming up. I was surprised at how green everything is. The highways are lined with flowers and palm trees, which is a nice idea. I got lost wandering around Hebrew University, so I can assure you that campus is also beautiful.
The Israelis that I have encountered have not been completely friendly. The most extreme example of this phenomenon might be the one who screamed at me for showing up a day too early for registration (oops). I already got the sabra speech and was told to yell back when someone yells at me. In case you don't know the sabra thing, a sabra is a kind of desert fruit that is prickly on the outside and sweet and soft on the inside. This is a metaphor that Israelis like to make about themselves, which to me means that they are fully aware of their manners issue and should do something about it (like be nice). But hey, now I know better what to expect, right?
Welll, this was pretty long and you are now dismissed. I'll tell you more about my living arrangements next time and hopefully get some pictures up. Oh the suspense!