Namely: sinus infections and the air pressure changes which take place during airplane flights do not mix. Owowowowowowowowowowowow. And ow. (On the plus side, I gained a whole new appreciation for those first accounts of martyrdom. One more connecting flight and I would've sacrificed to idols in a heartbeat. ;)
But also hysterically funny Baraita:
So, about admiring lights? At what point does it stop being Aesthetic Appreciation and start being Reindeer Envy? Also, is there some reason why we can't have a huge illuminated menorah in our front yard? What about lights hung on the bushes? Does it matter if they are clear, colored, or blue-and-white? Are clear lights too WASP-y? (My mother's solution: she wants clear lights, but my father has to take the initiative in putting them up. So far he has resisted being used as our Christmas goy, but I suspect he will give in soon enough.)
Serious multi-culturalism and cultural competence is danged hard to pull off. It works better when you laugh.