This morning I woke up way too early to get to Newark Int. Airport. A night of restless sleep left me surprisingly energetic for my upcoming trip to Israel. I met my group at the terminal where friendships seemed to form effortlessly. Going through security, everyone was questioned individually, as to be expected.
I was interrogated by an intense woman who didn’t want to believe I am Jewish. When asking about my Bar Mitzvah, I mentioned my wonderful Rabbi. She asked me what his name is. Embarrassing enough for her, I informed her that my rabbi is a WOMAN. After schooling her, she rewarded me with access to the homeland. With all due respect, I am very thankful for the TSA who execute their jobs with precision and the upmost care for ours, and Israel’s safety.
I had a gnarly sleep paralysis episode on the plane. This was probably from the lack of blood reaching my head after hours of sitting with my dome piece tucked deep between my headrest and the window. Hey, I’ll take that over no sleep at all. This was the longest flight I’ve endured in my journeys thus far. I awoke to a bright orange glow creeping through distant middle-eastern clouds. A city of glass sky scrapers appeared against the water’s edge. We had made it to Tel Aviv.
After collecting our luggage and made it through another round of security, we were introduced to our tour bus guide Nimrod. Nimi.. Nemo. The coolest dude in Israel.
The rest of the world could learn something from Israel’s agricultural system and advanced water conversation efforts.
Also some crumbly looking buildings.. Woah. Kind of looks like San Jose. Native palm trees, Mediterranean Sea
Our first stop was breathe taking to say the least. A seemingly endless seashell beach surrounded the Mediterranean. Shells crackled under my feet like soft glass as we explored the Ceasarea columns. Perhaps the highlight of my day was watching my fellow birthrighter perform Shakespeare in this 2000 yr old Colosseum. Israel seems to be not only a safe haven for the world’s oldest religious and cultural practices, but also home for the world’s cutest wild kittens. But don’t pet them!
Zichron ya’acov (the memory of jacob) – built in 1882, is one of the first four villages ever to exist in Israel. It is also where I had the best felafel of my life.. so far.
- Talk about the garden/grave of Rothschild
Driving to the Kibbutz, a dark haze filled the air. Layers of barbed wire fence line the Israel/Jordan border as we climbed south of the Golan Heights. Unoccupied bunkers laid like dark eyes in the mountain side. This was Syria’s territory until conquered by Israel in the late 1960’s.