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Most people whinge about the time they’re forced to wait in an airport terminal prior to boarding. But an airport terminal should be a more appreciated place. I would even argue a place where someone not flying would hope to spend some leisure time. Think about it, the airport terminal has all the trappings of a popular New York City club: security checkpoints, one of the few places in the world where people commit to buying a bottle of liquor, and a great place for star sightings. Additionally, the only time death tolls that aren’t mass murders are ever paid any attention to is when they happen in a nightclub with inadequate emergency exits or when a plane crashes (and the big ones always begin at airport terminals). Read more
“You need to take your pants off,” the customs official told my wife. He pointed down at Marissa’s spandex Lululemon camouflage yoga pants. He was indifferent to our infant daughter, who Marissa clutched in her arms. He completely ignored the husband who stood baffled by the command.
When Marissa and I were expecting, a father of two young children told me that he wished there was a blog that told parents where to dine with their kids. I told him that there probably were a number of blogs like that already. As a father, I’m not of the same mindset as that dad; I’ll take Harper to most restaurants that won’t give us the boot. But on Father’s Day, I found the perfect place for parents who don’t want to go fine-dining with their infant. (More on that next month.) Marissa surprised me with an itinerary that included a stroll over the Brooklyn Bridge, a walk through Brooklyn Bridge Park, and a food tour through Smorgasburg, a Sunday food market that begins at 11:00 am. Smorgasburg, I realized, was the dining experience that the father with the two young kids needed.
The other day, somebody asked me: “Can I enter Dubai with an Israeli stamp in my passport?”
I didn’t have a definitive answer for them, but I definitely had the same question when I traveled to the Middle East last summer.
Before I visited the United Arab Emirates, the company that set up my trip to Dubai informed me that I would not have any issues. A few travel forums told similar stories. And while the answer on those sites sounds like a resounding yes, there is a slight caveat. (Note: I actually did not have Israeli stamps in my passport. I forgot that I had received a new passport after I had traveled to Israel.)