Our first week away...

(Sorry I haven't  posted anything in a while.  As you can see, the tour kept us very busy.  We had no time to write or get online...so now we're playing catch-up...)

Day 1- 12/19/10

We step off the airplane in Ben-Gurion Airport, Lod, just outside of Tel Aviv. Amazingly, there was practically no line for customs, in fact, the whole airport, on both ends, was pretty much empty. Everything there was a breeze, so then, we claimed our baggage and jumped on a shuttle bus which took us to Budget (to rent a car). We picked up a “stylish” Mitsubishi Grandi. And about that, there is a whole different style of cars here. First off, there are almost no SUVs here, all compacts, mostly because gas is about seven bucks a gallon. There are also a few brands of car you will see here that you won't in the US: Peugeot (POO-joe), Citroen (SIT-trown), Renault (REN-oe). Some cars are pretty stylish, some are pretty....not. One of the most popular is actually the Kangoo, which is pretty ugly if you feel like running a Google search on it. The drivers are pretty bad as well, not as bad as people made them out to be, but more like the worst of the worst in Boston.

Now getting back on topic, after picking up the car, we drove to Zichron Ya'achov, a small, mountain-top town, where we will stay for the next four days. We checked into our little hotel, got settled in (this is all around 6:30, Israel time) and then went out for a quick walk, had dinner on the town promenade, and that is when we discovered the cats. They were everywhere, all cities, all towns, more on pedestrian streets than highways, but always there...watching.

Day 2- 12/20/10

Our first full day in Israel! How exciting. We enjoyed breakfast at our hotel, which is mostly salad, along with bread, jam and cheese, occasionally yogurt, and then we hung out there, at the hotel, until about noon, when we headed out to Zippori. Zippori is a national park in Israel, and it features mosaics from the Roman and Greek ages. Literally dozens of them, each containing upwards of a million tiles, but they were quite beautiful.

After we had our share of mosaics, we jumped back in the car and set off for a random small town. There, we found a nice looking cafe and settled down for lunch. As it turns out, our waiter, Lotem, had actually been born in the United States while her parents were going to college, so she spoke English very well. Don't get me wrong, almost everyone in Israel speaks English, it is actually very convenient if you are like me, and don't speak any Hebrew, she just spoke exceptionally well, and was exceptionally friendly. After that, back to the hotel, a bit of relaxing, and another dinner out on the town.

Day 3- 12/21/10

Again, breakfast in the hotel, then to Haifa where we went to the beautiful Ba'hai Gardens. Ba'hai in one of the newest world religions, and the gardens are the burial site of their founder. We took a tour of the amazing blooming gardens, which featured tons of different and exotic plants. Then it was off to Akko, where we toured the citadel (fortress) and walked the city streets. Akko has been inhabited since the bronze age. Later, the Romans built a breakwater in order to expand the harbor. During the Arab period, the city was built where it is now, and was later fortified by the crusaders. Since its first in-habitation in the 16^th century BCE, it has been ruled by more than 15 empires and nations.

After that we went back to Haifa, to a spot about 3 blocks west of the Ba'hai Gardens, very appropriately named, the German Colony. It is one of the few, if not the only, place in Israel where you will see Christmas décor at almost every turn, and even a giant Christmas tree made of recycled bottles in the square. Of course, we eat at the restaurant with the most lights, the most inflatable santas, and the loudest Christmas music. It was delicious.

Day 4- 12/22/10

Today we got an earlier start than on all days previous, but that's not saying much. Anyways, we all piled into the car once again and set off on a northeasterly course, along the southern coast of the Sea of Galilee. It was a fairly nice drive up until about 5 miles after crossing the Jordan River. Not only did the road become as twisted and curvy as the roads to Monte Verde, in Costa Rica, but at the very least, there were paved, but unlike Costa Rica, 3 layers of barbed wire fence, covered in foreboding signs marked “DANGER: MINE-FIELD”, stood between us and the bunker-dotted valley below. Also not like Costa Rica, the possibility of incoming hostile missiles from the opposite side of the border, only across the valley.

But what was the point of such a daring exploit? What could possibly make us want to go driving, hauling around turns on a road only the width of the car, usually a few inches less, half of the car careening over a mine-ridden valley? The Hamat-Gader hot springs. Yes, despite their precarious location, the hot springs were hopping! They may have smelled a little bit (or a lot-a-bit) of sulfur, and the bottom may have been slightly slimy, but it was an experience. Although nothing like the beautiful Tabacon in Costa Rica, it was fun, and we also got to checkout some cool animals they had on-site, such as alligators, crocodiles, and gavrils (ugly looking things, kind of like alligators or crocodiles, but with a long, extremely thin snout). After drying out a bit, we went, yes, you guessed it, back in the car for the return trip, back to Zichron Ya'achov, but midway, we stopped to skip some rocks in the Sea of Galilee.

Day 5-12/23/10

This was moving day. We packed up our things in Zichron Ya'achov, piled, once again, into the car and began the drive to Tel Aviv. On the way, we stopped to only preview Caesarea, for we're going there on our tour later in the week, but, it was on the way, so we decided to stop and check it out. We looked

at the ancient aqueduct, built by Herod the Great, and sat at the beach for a while. By the way, all the beaches like this one, which are at the cite of an ancient city, are covered in small pieces of pottery. To put that in perspective, Caesarea was built in about 30 CE, so practically millions of 2000-year-old shards, just lying all over the place. History really is quite abundant.

Afterwards, we drove a bit farther to Natanya, a small, seaside town with a spectacular view where we ate lunch. Then back in the car and on to Tel Aviv. In Tel Aviv, we checked in to the hotel that the whole group would be staying in the next day.

Day 6- 12/24/10

Today, the rest of our tour group arrived at about 5 in the morning, but of course it took them, a fairly large group of about 30, a couple of hours to go through customs, get luggage, and get on the tour bus. Yes, we had our own private tour bus. It sounded pretty sweet at the start, but we may have spent a bit too much time in there before the trip was over. And the tour group was not just a random group of people who we had never met before, in the group were my grandparents on my mom's side (my dad's parents had already been with us since the beginning, and will leave a bit early), my aunt (mom's sister) and uncle, and two little cousins, and a bunch of our friends from PA, almost all are members of our old synagogue, so we are very close with them. Even my old preschool teacher, Carrie, (I went to the synagogue’s preschool) was there with her daughter, Miriam.  (And Carrie is the one who planned and organized the trip and will be leading my bar mitzvah service...She's the reason we originally decided to come on the trip.)

Anyways, the bus picked us up from the hotel, in which we were still the only ones who had checked in yet, at 8:30 and we drove to the neighboring port city of Jaffa. Our tour guide, Ruven, who was later described as “... a [cool guy] who looks like a thin Santa with a cowboy hat.” told us a lot about the history of Jaffa and the biblical and historical happenings there, which were of great importance not only to Judaism, but Christianity as well.

After that, we drove to the market, called the “shuk” and shopped around for a while. But since it was a Friday, there was also an artist's market apart from the usual market, which sold little souvenirs, t-shirts, and little everyday items as well as, my favorite part, fruit and vegetables, raw or dried, and a huge assortments of baked goods like cookies and baklava. The artist's market was a different affair completely. Tons of artists set out tables of beautiful, wonderfully unique, had-made pieces of art.

After that, back on the bus, back to the hotel, where the rest of the group checked in. We just hung around in our rooms for a while and then we went down to dinner, in the hotel. Dinner was followed by a short service to welcome Shabbat and then off to bed.

Day 7- 12/25/10

It's the moment of truth, today is my Bar-Mitzvah. One of my friends thoroughly encouraged me to run around the hotel in my boxers as my last boyish act, but I politely declined. After a light breakfast (lighter for me than anyone else, I think) we went off to a little room in the hotel which we had rented out and began my service. Everything went surprisingly smoothly, and I left a “man”, as my aunt put it, quotes and all.

After that, we rested, as is the tradition on the sabbath. After some resting, mom and I went for a run and then some of my friends on the tour and I went swimming in the Mediterranean sea.

Day 8- 12/26/10

Today, we went to the Palmach “Museum”. Why is the word museum in quotes? Let me explain more thoroughly: The Palmach was a fighting force assembled in around 1945, right before the war for independence, in which they fought. The word museum is in quotes because this, despite being called one, was much more than a museum. As you walked through a series of 14 rooms, all were designed to look like the place where the event, which was being projected on one of the walls, was taking place, and ranged from the desert, to the forest, to the hull of a ship. All the while, a small, hand-held device was giving color commentary to the happenings, surroundings, and even what the people in the video were saying. The preface of the entire museum, by the way, is that you are following the journeys of 12 of the earliest members of the Palmach until the war was over.

After that, we bussed over to the Independence Hall of Israel where a woman gave us a presentation on exactly what happened the day Israel declared its independence. After that, we just walked around a couple different parts of the city, including the “ big and up-and-coming” part, which is a lot like Greenwich Village. It used to be a slum, but people have started buying up the houses and fixing them up, and it has become prime real-estate with lots of artists living there and opening stores selling their stuff.

At night, Carrie, the leader of our tour, and my pre-school teacher that I mentioned before, surprised us. She invited a couple of her friends, who were in their own little two-man band called The Shuk, to come and entertain us. We danced and sang for a little while, and then we all turned in.

Day 9-12/27/10

Today was one of the coolest days of the tour. In the morning, we all jumped onto the bus after a hearty breakfast at the hotel, and headed a little bit south to the Ayalon Institute. The “institute's” (its not really an institute in any respect) story is this: During the war for independence (1948) there was a kibbutz (community) where the institute's museum is today. Some members of the kibbutz wanted to do their part to help Israel, so they basically dug a huge, underground warehouse and brought down machines to make bullets... right under the kibbutz, which they used as their disguise. It was so secret that only the few people who worked in the “factory” could know anything about it, some even had to keep it a secret from their husbands or wives. They produced over 300,000 bullets daily, and produced about one third of all the bullets used in the war (on the Israeli side).

After that, back on the bus, we headed a little south to a fire station in Rishon Litzion. Carrie has a friend who owns a fire supply company, so before we left the US, she raised some money and bought gear to bring to the firefighters in Israel after the huge fire they had just experienced. We had all taken some fire-proof gloves and/or hoods over in our luggage, and here we gave them over. The reaction we got was tons more than any one of us could have ever imagined. The firefighters were so appreciative.  When we arrived, they had arranged a long table (long as in 20 to 30 feet) covered in sweets and cookies, but it didn't stop there. After we had had a bite to eat, we got four training demonstrations. The first was removing an injured person from a damaged car after an accident, the second was bio-hazardous material clean-up,the third, how they would enter and exit a very tall building using ropes and pulleys, and the last was the various different types of fire extinguishers and how to use them. And then, this was one of the most entertaining parts, all of the kids who were big enough to do so, were allowed to wear an oxygen tank and but on the special mask, and subsequently sound very much like Darth Vader.

Then, on the bus again, we headed farther South to Beit Guvrin, where we visited an archeological dig site. First, we actually got to dig in an active archeological site, what would have been a basement in an ancient house (and where many folks actually found pieces of pottery and bone dating back thousands of years). Then, back up to the surface where we did some sifting through the finer rubble and dirt, and then, my favorite part of the day, a trek through an ancient cave system. Some sections were 15 feet high, and wide enough for four of us to walk abreast; some were only large enough to accommodate one of us as long as we slithered on the ground. We emerged, out into the blinding sunlight, covered in chalky limestone residue, and then headed over to a small tent for a quick “debriefing”. Then, everyone, back on the bus, we drove north to the coast of the Sea of Galilee where we would be staying on a kibbutz.

Mosaic at Zippori

Christmas tree made out of recycled plastic bottles

Ugly gavril

Underneath the washing machine (left) is a secret entrance to the bullet factory down below.

Going down into the bullet factory by way of a different secret entrance underneath the oven

Me with the two chief firemen

Here's Carrie and the stuff we donated to the fire company (on the table)

Our tour group with the firemen in the Rishon Litzion company

Going into the caves

Me with a soldier...they're all over the place here in Israel...and all carrying their machine guns