Our schedule has been whirlwind, and I’ve barely been able to keep up with my journal, never mind the blog. We went from Tel Aviv to the Dead Sea and Masada, headed to the north, visited Sfat and the Golan Heights, and today we drove to Jerusalem via Haifa and the West Bank.
I will post pictures when we return, but today was quite a long travel. While the grown ups visited the planned Palestinian town of Riwadi, the kids went goat herding. Pie has had a bit of trouble with car sickness, and I’ve tried to help, offering Cokes, sea sickness bands, and suggesting that she move to the front of the bus and not look at devices (this was nixed as the kids all sat in the back, peering over the shoulder of the one kid who brought an iPad). Goat herding was apparently fun–“The goats escaped and we had to go catch them all!”–and I found our tour of Riwadi to be fascinating.
However: The drive was long and the roads were quite windy. It didn’t help that I tried keeping my eyes peeled to get a decent photo of this sign when it appeared:
“This road leads to Area A under the Palestinian Authority. The entrance for Israeli citizens is forbidden, dangerous to your lives, and against Israeli law.”
I got car sick. Majorly car sick. But do I get sympathy? When we finally made it to our hotel, I laid down and closed my eyes for a moment. When I woke, I found this note next to me:
For those who can’t make it out:
Dear Mom,
We all are getting sick on this trip but you just have to “suck it up.” You shouldn’t of made it our family modo [sic] if you couldn’t handle it. I hope you feel better soon.
Love your very caring daughter, Pie Pie
So this is me. Sucking it up. And, luckily, we’re done with long bus rides.
