Originally Posted by Hunki

Punki and I must just look like post-middle-aged, happily married, almost-retired, American tourists, (which is exactly what we are). This is interesting, because when we are in Miami, everybody assumes that Punki is Cuban.

We whizzed through security, both coming and going, without a hitch. ^ No one looked at our bags or asked us many questions. I think the only questions we were asked were on the way out, where they asked:

Q. Why did you come to Isreal?

A. To visit our friend.

Q. What' his name?

A. Dov Ben Galil

Q. Where did you meet him.

A. Venice.

Q. Do you speak any Hebrew?

A. Only Shalom.

Thank you very much. You may go get your bags on the other side of the machine.