10)My cousin picking me up at 12:30am on Shabbat and driving me an hour and a half home, taking me in, feeding me, driving my ass around to Daliyah-al Carmel, Nazareth, Tiberius, Tsfat, Akko, Rosh Haqra and Jerusalem, being my tour guide and companion up until Howard broke his arm while overlooking what is arguably the holiest site in the world the Temple Mount. Thanks for everything.
9)The folk dancing on the beach, like 50 plus people dancing relatively complex unique dances in concentric circles that were tiled onto the promenade at the beach in Haifa.
8)My first meal, in the Druye village of Daliyah-al Carmel, with suddenly a dozen small plates on the table and people taking what they want from each of them and homemade lemonade.
7)The sunset on the Papa Andreu restaurant in Jerusalem, a full hour plus writing postcards with a view of the Temple Mount and Western Wall and the Church of the Holy Sepluchre, 3 of the holiest sites in the world.
6)Touching the Western Wall, with 2000 years of tumultous hope and despair and god and prayers.
5)The hummus lunch in Jaffa with an amazing lemon-pepper sauce for the pita bread, the loud waiter and the packed atmosphere.
4)The Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem. The oldest continuously used church in the world, since 325AD or so, so much aura there it was surreal.
3)The book The Haj by Leon Uris about Israel coming to be at the Palestinian Refugee camps after the war of independence of 1948. It added so much to my trip.
2)Actually travelling into the West Bank. I was probably safe but it was so much to take in and hot and disorienting.
1)Surviving. That is always the first aim of any journey.
Pictures coming in the next day or two!