Rome to Tel Aviv

The next morning, we were scheduled to leave at 10am for the airport for a flight to Tel Aviv. All the rooms were supposed to called by the hotel to get them up and ready for the day. We started assembling in the lobby of the hotel with our luggage to board the bus. Mr. Vivian noticed that Sandra and Talula were missing. He had me call their room, and I woke up Sandra who answered the phone. They never got the call. They rushed to get dressed and ran to meet the bus getting there right at 10. Sandra said that, as they passed by the bellhop from last night, as well as the desk clerk, they both smiled, as if they were getting the girls back from the incident with the bellhop. The girls were mad, but we were just glad to leave that hotel. We got to the airport and were rather frightened by seeing men with machine guns walking around the airport. It was the first time of us seeing this kind of security at an airport. We boarded the plane and flew to Tel Aviv. We flew across the Meditarranean Sea. It was long but beautiful. Upon arriving at Tel Aviv, some of the group referred to it as "Tel A Viva". We were looking forward to spending some time in Israel and be able to see things at a more casual pace. We checked into the Pan American Hotel on the coast of the Meditarranean. I saw some of the Watergate Hearings in the States on the TV in the hotel. That night, the girls hung out in the bar of the hotel. Judy befriended the bartender. I went out on the beach and put my toes in the Sea. Judy and the bartender walked along the beach, more or less. It was a time of winding down from the stress of leaving Rome. Little did we know what was about to come our way in the coming days.