#4 and I have been in Israel four days. Our luggage has been here one.
We’ve been biking along the Mediterranean, checked out a Crusader castle in Acre, done rafting in the Jordan (which was anything but “deep and wide”), and fed #4 what he swears is the best falafel he ever ate.
Today we went up to the Golan Heights and hung out with Israeli soldiers right on the border with Lebanon. We brought them chocolates and wished them a good Sabbath. (I wonder if visitors used to stop by American outposts along the East German border during the Cold War.) Scary stuff. We slipped into a hardened bunker and inspected an unexploded Katyusha rocket the friendly Hezbollah folks across the border sent over. We could see a Hezbollah outpost a couple hundred yards away and a white UN truck on the border road even closer. Then after leaving the outpost, we stopped by an orchard right on the border where an Israeli kibbutznik invited us to taste sun-kissed nectarines. One of the women on the trip passed out buttons for World Peace Day, which is tomorrow. Here’s hoping for more fruit-growing and less need for armed defense.
The Israel-Lebanon border as of this afternoon.