one of our daily sights for my week there.)
dangerous ecology of Israel. Other encounter
have included: giant spider, lizards, mysterious
biting fish, houseflies that look harmless but
itch like crazy, a highly militarized state, centipedes,
scary-looking cockroaches, Noam's scorpion sighting, and
probably other things.)

kindergarten.)


fresh carob I ever ate, also at Tal's kibbutz)


cute and precocious.)
and a dog who decided to befriend me.)
That road is a highway. See below...)
(On the highway!!)
(Driving down to the Kinneret, only fresh water
(The delicious, gorgeous Kinneret toward sunset.)

left over from AFTER we ate. I was made to order
meat...unsuspecting that I would end up with
half a lamb on my plate..)

lake in Israel, and right smack next to (in?) the occupied
Golan.)

recent "ruins"..)
(Moon rising in the Golan.)
(Our goat and donkey and chicken family!)
(Homemade goat cheese from the family's goats,
(A view looking down toward the flood valley.
(My impression of Hamudah..)
(Blues, the family dog, is father to a
(Tal and her family visiting us and camels
(Jalopy, definition of.
and the multitude of fenced areas that have
landmines left over from the war when Israel
annexed the Golan.)
and swam in.)

kinds of terraces we are working to make. Incredibly
hard work, but rewarding also: building stone walls in the
desert (only rains 2-6 times a year)
in a flood valley to irrigate the newly planted orchards,
based on ancient Nebatean methods of irrigation.

and some of the daily fresh bread
we eat...every day.)
our cabin, under the palm frond porch and on
the giant swing bench.)

and fresh promegrantes picked from their tree.
Best snacks.)

The valley is about a 12 minute walk from our cabin.
We usually ride on a bulldozer there.)
She has the biggest underbite you'll ever see...)


litter of 8 adorable puppies next door.)

that live about one 1km down the road from us
in the Han, an outdoor tourist camp attraction site.)

Also file under...believe it or not: this car actually
works.
And can be seen flying down a super rock path
to the flood valley. With several kids riding the top
like a rollercoaster. Except, you don't normally see
the rusty steel frame of a rollercoaster moving as you
hold on to the "door handle" to avoid falling out the "door".
I can now say I have ridden in a jalopy.)
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