Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Day Ten - The struggle goes on
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Day Nine - Finding the Hermon Field School
Hermon Field School
Friday, June 26, 2009
Day Seven and Eight - Ein Gev
City planning is not exactly been the hallmark of Israeli Moshevs. Things are where they are because that’s where someone wanted it. The dust of the dry Mediterranean climate attaches itself to everything and mixing this with grim of auto exhaust casts a dark shadow on buildings generally made of concrete, concrete block or more traditional stone.
Ein Gev sunset on Lake Knerret. Fireworks and disco carried across the lake from Tiberias on the western shore
Day Six - Zappori National Park
What makes this site particularly interesting is its strategic significance to the area as a Jewish, Roman, Christian and Arab city. The story of this city is one of struggle with the Romans first taking the city from the Jews in the 1st century BCE, the Jews taking it back and then losing it again. It was returned to Jewish control in the War of Independence in 1948.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Day Five - Zappori Village
We arrived in the afternoon and checked into our little stone cottage for the night built in 1949 and renovated by Mitch and his wife Suzy owners of the Zappori Village B&B, a collection of small rentals set on a farm where Mitch and Suzy produce a variety of foods from olives and olive oil to honey and jams and wine. After settling in we took a walk to the local grocery for an ice cream. A short path led us through the hills surrounding Mitch’s place where we encountered an old columbarium and views of the monastery and a sheep farm. Zappori is located near the city of Nazareth and is near a significant archaeological dig of an ancient Jewish city. The sleepy rural town has several B&B’s that seem to cater to visitors of the Ruins nearby. It has a boutique food industry and next door to the B&B is the Ellis Dairy Farm with a sign out front that actually reads “Diary Farm.” While in Tzur Haddassah I found a tasty goat yogurt drink that I had every morning. Luck would have it that yogurt I liked so much was from the Ellis Dairy.
After a short nap, Nick and I made our way over to the Dairy for dinner which Mitch called ahead for reservations. After being escorted by Mitch’s dogs down the street we were handed off to 5 dogs at the Ellis gate and they escorted us to a small modular structure where we were invited to take a table “any table, but not that one” as we were just about to sit down.
Yoav Ellis moved with his family from Texas 24 years ago and grew upon the farm where they not only make the yogurt products but also an assortment of goat and sheep cheeses. He said it would take awhile to prepare dinner as it was just him making and serving and we told him we had all the time in the world. It was worth it. Yoav started us out with homemade lemonade for Nick and a local beer for me. Our appetizer was a crunchy potato skin with melted goat cheese and a sprinkle of chives. This being a Dairy restaurant no meat was served. I got the assortment of Ellis made cheeses with a garlic foccacia toast, local olives and Greek salad. Nick had a goat cheese pizza.
It was a terrific meal and afterwards Yoav sat with us and we talked. He said the economy had affected a business he had of distributing the family cheeses to Israeli delis. In two weeks he was heading for Alaska to seek work. Next morning I told Mitch and he thoughtfully looked at me and said “I’ll have a talk with him.”
Day Four - Our hosts Carol & Jake
Friday, June 19, 2009
Third Day Part 2
Thursday, June 18, 2009
June 18, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Midnight Travels
Walking down the first ramp and immediately standing at the entry to Yad Vashem in Jerusalem (The Authority for the Remembrance of the Martyrs and Heroes of the Holocaust) a film plays on a loop. It is in black and white and at first I was not sure what reality I was watching. Are these animations or live action? The ramp is tilted downward gently moving you in toward the film that is playing on a concrete wall framed in a tall triangle. The sensation is something at once enticing and dangerous. The narrowing of the screen at the top limits your view of what is beyond watching. There are images of children innocently waving with a hand curling inward inviting you in. There are windows in buildings with people some famous in their daily lives. There is a group dancing the hora.
I am struck at once about the purpose of architecture and function. This is a place where the two are one.
The sights and sounds of today, the first real day of our journey for 7 weeks from Israel to Greece and then Italy begin at this point in time and place, just after a recent visit to Yad Vashem by the Pope, during the re-election uprising in Iran and in the midst Japanese tourists wearing kippas in deference to those who perished, I saw Israeli soldiers and police today who left their guns at the door and they too were touring with us through Yad Vashem. If ever there was a place to train those whose job it is to protect and defend I cannot think of a more important lesson then the one right here.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
World at War
I pull into the drive with Molly in the passenger seat holding a box with three new chicks in it. Betty and Marge catch my eye and I give a little wave with my hand. Both have their arms crossed below their chests. Molly and I get out of the car. Hello I say but realize nothing could be heard over the roar of gardening equipment. Molly walks across the street and holds the chicks out for Marge and Betty to see and suddenly without warning the gardeners are done and Marge and Betty look at Molly and then the chicks as if life has lifted them off their feet.
And then I see it. It’s a flashlight stroking the blackness outside. Oh shit it’s a burglar. What do I do? Maybe it’s not. Where’s the baseball bat? If I turn the outside lights on maybe it’ll scare him away. Blingo, got him. Lights up.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Chickens and Beasts
Could it be that these purveyors of night raids, these waddling black eyed menaces are the devise of all things bad in the world? James is knowledgeable. The raccoon thrives among human habitation and it is the advance of housing tracks and loss of nature’s forests that has led to the murder of our three chickens and the mastery of the night by this criminal element of the four legged kingdom.
I collect the eggs from the nest and wonder if there was some rule about eating the last laid eggs of dead chickens. It’s bad luck or bad taste or not Kosher. James thinks its ok as long as you hard boil them. I don’t ask why. We bury poor Mustard and Betsy. James says that 50% of the raccoon population has rabies. There is no indecision on my part about burying, not eating our dear departed hens.
So how do I face my daughter Molly when she comes home tomorrow with her mom and finds Mustard, Betsy and Henrietta gone? She left them in my care and I forgot to put them away in the chicken coup last night. James offers to tell Molly. They are such good friends. I stand over the grave after putting stones on top to mark the spot in the backyard. Should I recite the Kaddish? Yitgadal v’yitkadash… James looks at me like I am from another world. Sh’mei raba… and I choke down a tear.
He thinks revenge is what I want. We can wait in the tree fort tonight and shoot the raccoons with my BB guns.
B’alma div’ra chirutei…
I think about my grandmother who is long gone and my mother who is also gone and how they raised chickens on the farm in Petaluma.
V’yamlich malchutei…let’s get those sons of bitches, James. You and me what do you say? Ok. Ok then. Yeah. And I wipe away another tear.
The night sky is purple then black until the full moon rises and I see the miniature bears walking the fence. Hold your fire ‘til you see the whites of their eyes, whispers James gritting his teeth and exposing the shiny metal of his braces.
What am I doing here? This is stupid. A grown man sitting in a tree fort 15 feet above the ground with a BB gun and the neighbor’s know-it-all kid waiting to blast away the entire raccoon population of Contra Costa County.
On the count of ten…nine, eight, seven, six, fivefourthreetwoone. FIRE!!!
What the hell James it’s my iPod.