After I waited in the Arrivals hall for what felt like hours,
Menucha finally appeared. She had been travelling for more than 24 hours, going first from Indiana to Chicago by train, and then going on two planes, both of which were delayed. But she was in good spirits, and seemed none the worse for wear.
In the shuttle van going home from the airport, she showed me the 150 photos she took at camp. And I got to hear the hundreds of camp cheers she had learned. When we got home, she had to show me some of the dances she had done, and still MORE camp cheers! Menucha, I'm so happy to have you home, safe and sound!