Arrived in Damascus after 11 hours in the air. Stuck in New York for two hours because of snow, then an hour for de-icing the plane. Yikes. When we arrived, a little man was standing at the gate with Jill's name on a card. He was our driver and walked us through the "diplomatic line."















Anyway, we felt very important. Of course, that feeling faded when we realized one of our bags--the one with all Jill's clothes--was still in New York. But Jill's a trooper (and Damsacus is full of stores). Our hotel is in the 'old city.'















It is a converted house and is lovely. We were going to take a stroll after a wonderful night's sleep and ended up wandering through endless streets of tiny shops for five hours. We also managed to spend all the Syrian money we had in the process.




















Ah well. Trainings start tomorrow and we are both excited.