Israeli Extravaganza Day 1 & 2
After 22 hours of flying, a German kid kicking my seat behind me, a talkative Jurassic Park loving 6-year-old in front of me, and 2 crying babies to my left, Studhubs and I safely landed in Tel Aviv to meet up with the fam on our trip to the holy land.
The occasion definitely merited a romp in the Mediterranean Sea (with Joppa in the background. Yep, Jonah was from Joppa, but I managed not to get swallowed by a big fish)
Sibling + spouses ocean foot gathering.
Our first stop was at Independence Hall, the art gallery where Israel declared its independence in 1948 to form its own state. As they met, Jerusalem was under siege, the British had pulled out of the country, and within 36 minutes, they had their new declaration of independence, and unfortunately, they’ve been at war ever since.
Jane’s Addiction, Roxette, Duran Duran and Moby? My kinda place—they love the 80’s, with a twist of 90 awesomeness.
We stopped in Ceasarea and checked out Herod’s old swimming pool. He built his palace by the sea and would bring in fresh water for the pool. If you look really closely, you can see the tile work down on the rocks that are thousands of years old.
When the new rulers would come to power, they would just change out the heads on the statues (which is why most of them are missing).
Herod was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad ruler, but he sure knew how to commission an aqueduct.
We stumbled upon an Israeli photo shoot, and I’m sure glad I chose not to wear my leopardskin catsuit with a bow and arrow that day. Close twinkie call.
We stood at the top of Mt. Carmel overlooking the valley of Armegeddon, the very place where Elijah called down fire from heaven and burned up the 850 prophets of Baal and Ashura, then ran 12 miles and outbooked King Ahab in his chariot. (RAD).
We climbed the hill overlooking Nazareth, the very hill they think the townspeople wanted to throw Jesus off of in anger. You can see Mount Gilboa in the background.
And now, we’re at our Kabutz on the Sea of Galilee. A Kabutz is where a group of people come together and live communally, sharing everything. They run the hotel we’re staying at, and are doing a pretty darn good job of it.
This country is breathtaking. To walk in the same places as Jesus walked, to see where he grew up and the places he visited to preach. There are just not enough words to describe it.
Jet lag is kicking in and I’m about to pass out…..
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
xx, Sista Christa
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