In less than a month I get on the big metal bird and fly off to Tel Aviv for twelve days in Israel. We'll arrive in time for dinner on July 2 and fly off shortly after midnight on the 13th.
This is a trip I've wanted to take for about fifty years, can't really afford it, but I'm going. Hubby wasn't interested in going at all, so I'm rooming with a friend of mine.
Our little congregation has been planning this for four years; we're celebrating our Rabbi's formal ordination (no more calling him our "acting Rabbi") and four or five women in our group of fourteen will become bat mitzvah at a ceremony in Jerusalem.
We'll be going on a camel ride and dining in a bedouin village, hiking up to the top of Masada, going up onto the Golan Heights where we'll be able to see Syria and Lebanon as well as Israel. We'll be swimming in the Dead Sea and the Sea of Gallilee, shopping for Druse glassware (some of the most beautiful and sturdy in the world), and candles in Safed (pronounced "S'fat").
I've a new camera and have spent time learning how to import and tag photos today. I need to practice with the camera (hubby spent 'way too much on it and the accessaories) so I can take some decent pix to attach here and make it a little more interesting.
Now, this is for my family:
I am not afraid to go to Israel. I WILL be traveling along and, maybe, in parts of the West Bank. I'm not going any where near Gaza (who would want to?). If you're nervous for me, get over it. I go to Compton, Pomona, El Monte, Bellflower and other places sane people hesitate to go, and even spend time in San Bernardino, one of the least safe cities in the U.S. I'm not worried, so don't you all be worried.
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