Since we were leaving on Motzai Shabbos from JFK, we asked friends to stay by them in Queens for Shabbos. We had to figure out some logistics (like packing everything before Shabbos, having a bag for our Shabbos stuff to leave in the car - no need to schlep to Iceland - and manuevering our frozen food from suitcases to our friend's freezer and back again), but it worked out, and we had a nice, relaxing Shabbos. As expected, we were running behind schedule Motzai Shabbos, but we left our car in Queens and got a ride to JFK by our gracious friends, getting there an hour and a half before our midnight flight. The Delta
terminal was nearly empty aside for lots of brethren who undoubtedly were catching a late Motzai Shabbos flight to TLV. The checkin line was non-existent and TSA Precheck had us through security in no time and with our shoes still on. We found our gate and chilled until boarding. Sitting in business, we were among the first to board, and instantly, I felt that I was on a better product than the only other lie-flat we've flown - United. The seats had more room and appeared newer.
With only 5 hours in the air and a busy Sunday ahead of us, we passed out as soon as the captain allowed. Yes, I prepped my face to fit in with the locals
We didn't wake up until the final descent (thankfully!), and I had just enough time to put on my Tallis/Tefillin and Daven Shacharis, wrapping up (literally) as people were already headed off the plane. That meant we didn't even get to try the Kosher meal, but sleeping was well worth it. Met with a blast of wet, cold morning air, we descended the stairs onto the tarmac, where we saw the locally-inspired bus that would take us to the terminal. I just had
to take out my phone and snap a picture of it.Decked out with icebergs from Jokulsarlon Glacier Lagoon
3 minutes later, we entered the terminal where we must have walked a good 7-10 minutes till we got to customs. For such a small country, it sure seemed like the airport was much bigger than it needed to be. The customs line was short, and the questions were of the simple "how long are you here for?" type. As we headed towards baggage claim, I slipped my hand into my pocket to take out my... my... PHONE!!! OMG WHERE'S MY PHONE!?!?