Every minute of our stay in Israel was planned and our itinerary organized by my incredibly able and hard working cousin Malka. With a dozen or more overseas relatives on her hands, she put together tours and drives and guides all over northern Israel and we didn't have a moment to spare. From a Druse village where we met a remarkable woman known as Safta (Grandma) Gamila who started a successful international soap business in spite of being virtually illiterate, to the tomb of a Moslem holy man where supplicants come to petition for good health for themselves and their families.
From a picnic at the cave where a 2nd century Jewish holy man is said to have hidden from the Romans for 12 years eating nothing but carobs from the tree still growing at the cave mouth to a view of the Galilee from the Golan Heights, to a great dinner in a remarkable little restaurant sitting just meters from the Jordanian frontier, and finally to a sound and light show at the stunningly preserved ruins of Beit She'an, we saw it all and had a good time doing it. And that was only Saturday.