I figured I should start writing now before I forget the feeling so newness. 

Did you know that as we age and die, the first thing to disintegrate is our short term memory? 
I feel that while traveling. 

Every day is new! Every sight is new! How can my mind comprehend all this unknown?
Write it all down. Take every picture. This is how I know best to capture a feeling. 

So. We had stayed at a Kibbutz hotel in Moran. We arrived after it was dark and we ate dinner and slept horizontally for the first time in 48 hours. It was nice.

When I woke up on Tuesday, I felt awake. Like I had never seen the outside before. I guess because I hadn't. I ran, enjoying the rising sun over the Northern Israel LA-like 'mountains'. 

In Israel, you read the news everyday. We should all read the news everyday anyway, but in Israel you do, because things could change and things happen and that is normal and that is okay. 

So we read and we didn't go on the hike we were supposed to for 'security reasons'. 
Hezbollah, the terrorist organization based in Lebanon, had attacked Israel at the boarder. No one was hurt but 'better safe than sorry', I suppose. 
             More on Lebanon later. 

So instead, we went to Gamla, one of the oldest Jewish settlements in the world- nearly 2,000 years! It was neat. 

We ate lunch- Shawarma- and continued on through the Northern Golan Heights.

We stopped at a view point where, on a clear day, you can see the Syrian-Israeli border. 

Let me just say, 
Israel is a humbling place.

I've been studying this country for a few years and I've never understood the connection to the land. I'd always get really frustrated and say

"I just don't get why so many people have to die. It's just land!"

And it is. It is just land. 

But it's magic.
And it's impossible not to feel tied to this place some how. 

Like, I saw the Sea of Galilee, where Jesus walked on water. And I was like "what!" 
And I don't even really think Jesus is a savior. At least not hella Westernized, Right-wing tool of fear, Christian conspiracy Jesus. 
Maybe alternative Portland Jesus. More on that later, too.

But you get it. Israel. Hallow. Grounding. Holy. 

When we tried to look at the boarder, it was too foggy. 
We drove somewhere else. 

And I saw...
I saw the ruins of a little boarder town. I saw UN security buildings. 

It's eerily quiet. 
I guess I expected drones and bombs. Not really, ya know, but I sure as hell didn't expect quiet. 

And I thought I'd always associate quiet with peace.
And now, I don't. 

So. Onward.

We tasted some wine. I met a potential soulmate(Maybe not though because he's like 78). His name is Shalom (yes his name is Shalom!). He's hella Jewish and likes wine. What else could a girl want? 
We swam in some hot springs. I called someone out on being sexist and made everyone uncomfortable. Another day, the same patriarchy to crush. 
Same old. Sort of. 
Except, I'm in Israel.

And I'm left with all this newness.  
And tons of questions. 

Maybe I should learn Hebrew? 
And how do I explain my connection to Judaism as a culture, as an ethnicity, as an identity, without a connection to the God stuff? 
And, why won't Israel accept Syrian refugees? 
And I need to know more about Israel striking first against all those Arab nations, in the 1960's and why that happened and why Israel gave the Sinai desert back to Egypt but not the Golan Heights to Syria. 

And other new things. 
Like, humus here is BOMB. 
And I like being friends with other Jews. 
And there's this liquor called Arak and it tastes like licorice and we did hella shots and handstands in the street of a kibbutz in Northern Israel and if that's not new, then I'm out and retired. 

I'm out and retired anyway. 
More about Lebanon, my accidental mis-perceptions of Palestine, Jesus (maybe), mystical hippy Judaism (including so many metaphorical stories) later. 




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