They say that getting there is half the fun--hmmm, not so much when you are in a plane for 12 hours. But that aside (and other than Five Guys trying to kill me by putting mushrooms on my burger at the airport before I boarded makingme sick all the way to Israel, ugh), I've finally arrived. We were late, so in the best laid plans category, I got to my first destination, Nazreth, too late to see anything, except the city itself of course, and really the city is the best part of Nazreth.
A couple brief notes about the trip itself. Having been raised Christian, praticing Judaism without conversion, and being generally skeptical of all things religious, this is a weird juxtaposition of emotions and events. The "Christian" side of Israel, i.e. all the sites that I know so well because of the "New Testament" stories, is intriguing to me--for that very reason--these are names and stories that I grew up on.
