Ahh, Eilat.

A respite from the worries of everyday wartime life, a release from Jerusalem’s sometimes confining strictures.

I looked forward to this little vacay for weeks, thinking some adult time in the sun, some relaxation and quiet in the waters, would cure all that ailed me.

And I got that, just not quite in the way I imagined.

The tipoff came immediately upon my arrival at the newly renovated Isrotel King Solomon on the Red Sea . It was early, and after a ridiculously short flight, we were in dire need of java and breakfast.

Off to the dining room (more like a hall), where in addition to the rows of fruit, cheese, eggs, salads, bread, et al, I came upon the sight and deafening sound of countless families with hungry young children.

KIDS DO what they do best – play and climb –

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