Our apartment holds the heat, so sometimes at night, I like to go out to the porch where there's a cool breeze lie down on the tile floor, and look up at the stars.
It's a good time and place to cry.
It is a strange thing to have the privilege to assess your safety and determine the risks you are willing to take. Or maybe the strange thing is that our friends here do not have that privilege.
Keith and I decided to take a road trip up North.
We rented a car. It provided us with the mobility and autonomy we wanted. We were able to see much more than we would have with public transport. And Keith drove like a pro.
And with Keith driving, it should be little surprise that we went directly for the closest large body of water: The Sea of Galilee.
This is said to be the location where Jesus appeared to the disciples as they were fishing.
Little fish swam close to shore.
We ran into our friends from Mexico there.
Signs in multiple languages read, "No Swimming", but Keith got as close as he could, attempting to catch the fish, and skipping stones.
Christian pilgrims carved the stones here into heart shapes.
This is a country of cats.
We visited Capernaum - a fishing village where Peter lived.
A church was built over what is thought to be Peter's house, and an ancient byzantine church.
Here Keith peaks out of the ruins of a 4th century synagogue, built on top of an older one.
Nearby is the Mount of Beatitudes.
Nazareth was a beautiful old town.
Like everywhere we've been here, there are plenty of places to watch the World Cup.
I found what must be one of my favorite churches: The Church of the Enunciation.
Kfar Rosh ha-Nikra was a beautiful stop, with white cliffs plunging into blue waters.
Small bear-faced animals ran around on the rocks.
The area is known for a series of caves carved out from the waves. You take a cable car to access the grottoes.
The waves lap through openings in the cave, even through small holes that resemble the mouth of a whale. We felt like Jonah, walking around in the dark belly of a fish.
We spent our second night in Akko, an old sea port with crusader history.
We wanted to get a good taste of the areas sea food, and used the opportunity for a date night.
We spent most of the evening watching the waves hit the wall.
It was a wonderful experience, but I am glad to be back in Bethlehem.
It's a good time and place to cry.
It is a strange thing to have the privilege to assess your safety and determine the risks you are willing to take. Or maybe the strange thing is that our friends here do not have that privilege.
Keith and I decided to take a road trip up North.
We rented a car. It provided us with the mobility and autonomy we wanted. We were able to see much more than we would have with public transport. And Keith drove like a pro.
And with Keith driving, it should be little surprise that we went directly for the closest large body of water: The Sea of Galilee.
This is said to be the location where Jesus appeared to the disciples as they were fishing.
Little fish swam close to shore.
We ran into our friends from Mexico there.
Signs in multiple languages read, "No Swimming", but Keith got as close as he could, attempting to catch the fish, and skipping stones.
Christian pilgrims carved the stones here into heart shapes.
This is a country of cats.
We visited Capernaum - a fishing village where Peter lived.
A church was built over what is thought to be Peter's house, and an ancient byzantine church.
Here Keith peaks out of the ruins of a 4th century synagogue, built on top of an older one.
Nearby is the Mount of Beatitudes.
Nazareth was a beautiful old town.
Like everywhere we've been here, there are plenty of places to watch the World Cup.
I found what must be one of my favorite churches: The Church of the Enunciation.
Kfar Rosh ha-Nikra was a beautiful stop, with white cliffs plunging into blue waters.
Small bear-faced animals ran around on the rocks.
The area is known for a series of caves carved out from the waves. You take a cable car to access the grottoes.
The waves lap through openings in the cave, even through small holes that resemble the mouth of a whale. We felt like Jonah, walking around in the dark belly of a fish.
We wanted to get a good taste of the areas sea food, and used the opportunity for a date night.
We spent most of the evening watching the waves hit the wall.
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