To Be A Majority Member

Words can never express what is in my heart being here in Israel. To be a majority, after living my entire life as a minority is overwhelming. I go into a restaurant and taste all food put in front of me. I don't have to think about what is kosher and what is not. This morning, the eggs had something strange looking in them, but, I knew I could safely taste them. The meat is awful. I usually avoid eating it but here I feel I must put a morsel in my mouth each time it is presented. I had to hold in a chuckle when a group of priests at my first hotel in Jerusalem wanted bacon with their eggs. The salads and the produce are another matter. They are good beyond words. The hotel doors, the restaurants and the stores all have mizzuzohs on the ntrance ways. People with kippas, and Hassids in the street are the norm.

It took my husband forever to get brave enough to make this trip and now that he is here, he will be the first one to tell you this is the safest he has ever felt in his life. We have been to the Gaza Strip, to the West Bank and today we rode jeeps near mine fields in the Golan Heights. Right now, I am writing this post, overlooking the Sea Of Galilea and looking straight at Syria. Tomorrow we will be at the Lebanon border.

I haven't downloaded the over 2000 pictures I have so far. The picture above was taken in Yad Vashem (Holocaust Memorial). From the air, this area is in the shape of Europe. Each country, in its own area and each town with its own mention on the walls. I need a new blog just to write all I have seen and done.

(Again, glare prevents me from checking spelling and grammar.)