How I fell in love with hummus (not really) or why travel to Israel Final

Continued from here and here

It’s been challenging for me to finish writing the series on Israel because I have told ‘about my trip’ to at least five different sets of people by now, and I’ve sort of had it. But not your fault and I bet you’re dying to know what else happened. So you be my honorable, sixth, and final set of people.

Here we go

Day 6

This day was the New Year’s Eve and we set off on a trip to some rental houses we, well, rented in the Northern part of Israel. When I made attempts to clarify where exactly we’re going I was provided with the same answer – North. Just North. So you have to settle with that as well. As far as I can tell, it’s a type of Pennsylvania for us New Yorker’s. Or the out-of-town area, which nobody really cares about unless they want to get out of town, but don’t bother to know more because it’s not like you’ll ever going to live there. The trip was supposed to be really long, 2 hours to be exact. And on a bad traffic day that’s how long it takes me to get home from work. But keep in mind that Israel is a tiny country and people there are spoiled with short distances.

On the way, we made a stop for holiday food shopping. Which involved loading our cart with random things half of which never made it to the table. I am always fascinated by how group shopping is never efficient. It just turns into a massive frenzy aka stocking up for apocalypses, and I’ll just live with this idea.

We had a plan to make a stop at the ancient city of Tsefat on our way. The weather got really bad, it was freezing and raining. But the ancient city it was, regardless. Can’t tell you the experience was completely pleasant because we were freezing and soaking wet. It was however gorgeous and it stopped raining on our heads for a complete 20 min we braved to walk the streets of Tsefat. So call it luck, holiday miracle, or the sometimes sucky life of a tourist.


Then we got to our rented premises each of which had its own jacuzzi and looked very alluring. But we had a trunk full of food stuffs and were now obliged to make an honest attempt to eat it all. Female part of the group took on the job of setting the table because who heard of feminism anyway. But in all honesty everybody participated, we set down 3 hours before the New Years, were sure to fall asleep exhausted from battling the weather, but ended up talking and laughing and having good, old, jolly times. Because sometimes good people happen.

At one point, we were outside, heard sounds, and I was all like ‘Fireworks!’ To which I was told that we are right on the border with Lebanon and those are gun shots. But holiday spirit an all, I choose to believe that Lebanese people are just really into fireworks.

Day 8

Jan 1st. We woke up to a double rainbow. I shit you not.


And there is a perfect youtube video to describe our feelings. Watch before proceeding

The double rainbow day didn’t just end there. We drove to a steak house and to food, which was gorgeous and delicious. I plead guilty to food picture taking.


And in case you’re ever in Israel, just saw a double rainbow, had a steak, and wandering how to end this perfect day, I have an answer for you. Go to a winery where the owner himself will be pouring you samples of his best wines, feeding you tidbits of cheese in between, and telling you tales of life in the Israeli country side. All of which happened and was awesome.

Day 8

I was all like ‘I don’t know why you complain about bombs so much, your country is awesome’. And then it got awesomer. We went to the Hula Valley, which is a major stopover for birds migrating between Europe, Asia, and Africa. At the time we were there, migrant cranes were in season. And it was just fields and fields full of these beautiful birds all yapping at each other, and going about their business. I have no clue what’s so special about watching large gatherings of birds, but special it was. Do not, however, try this at home.


Day 9

So this day was when we took a bus, met with a tour guide, and went on an excursion to Jerusalem. We went alone because all of our friends from Tel Aviv refused to go, and made an honest attempt to talk us out of it. Horrific and true fact, people are getting murdered on the streets of Jerusalem in a wave of terrorism that some call intifada. Possibly if we all say ‘fuck you, asshole’ in our heads enough all the murdering ass holes will disappear from the earth. Positive thinking.

Anyhow, the city of Jerusalem is a must see destination. Put it on your bucket list, make a mental note, tie a ribbon on your pinkie, whatever works. It’s considered holy to the three major religions – Judaism, Christianity, and Islam. It’s one of the oldest cities in the world. And many claim that even atmosphere there is electrifying, special, and just different. Having been there, I would agree it to be true. Won’t be able to describe in which way, so here just look at the pictures.

Jaffa gates


Western wall or wall of sorrow
Western wall or wall of sorrow



Behold, Jerusalem
Behold, Jerusalem

And we didn’t get murdered, so call it a success.

Day 10

This was the final day. Almost done, love.

We decided to squeeze in one last ancient city on this day because Israel has plenty of those and why the hell not. It was the city of Caesarea, a short drive away from Tel Aviv, and nobody’s getting murdered there, so do visit. It does have some ominous looking cats, waiting in line to a women’s bathroom, I’m not sure what the deal is with that, so beware.

Possibly deadly cats
Possibly deadly cats

It used to be a great port city built a long, long time ago for all I know. And it went through several stages of ownership from Roman Empire, Byzantine Empire, following the Muslim conquest, and then the Crusader conquest. That city has seen some shit, and has an impressive collection of ruins to prove it.


And that’s the trip. Hope you enjoyed, and possibly learned a thing or two.

A special thanks to our hosts again. Find and follow indifferoid on Instagram for more kick ass pictures on Israel. And maybe inquire about his couch situation if visiting.

Hugs and kisses.

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