Hey everyone! It's Sarah again, and this time I'm ready to do a full length blog on today :).
First thing in the morning (our group still doesn't quite understand the meaning of "relaxation time" or "sleep"), we piled into the buses and drove to a parking lot where we piled into the jeeps and jolted around a bit on some bumpy roads and photographed a tiny stream called the Jordan River. We also saw some fenced-in areas labeled: "Danger! Mines!", but our jeep driver assured us that the Israeli government wan't exactly sure where the mines were, and for all we knew, we could be driving in a mine field at that very moment. Then we drove to a random spot on a hillside of the Golan Heights and learned about the Syrian war, before piling back into the jeeps and driving to a kibbutz.
We had lunch there and saw the dairy farm. The cows were very self-sufficient, and were able to wait patiently in line to be hooked up and milked, and after they were done, would take off the milking machines themselves. Another barn held baby calves, as well as a dying cow that was shoved off the the side where tourists couldn't see it. We also got a tour of the kibbutz, and met some Israeli pre-schoolers who were terrified at the very sight of us. Apparently, 16 year olds live on their own on this kibbutz. I'm planning on moving there in two years.
After that, we piled back on the bus and headed to the sites for our two options: ATV or biking. In case you don't know what ATV is (you're not missing out) it's like a motorcycle/golf cart with 4 wheels and no doors. If the ATV flips, you can't get out, and you have to have a drivers' license to drive one. Naturally, we went biking. But the bikes we rode sat 3 people side by side and you steered with a wheel, like a golf cart with pedals. Mommy and I went in one; Emily and Daddy in the other, but we quickly lost track of them. It was a long bike path, insanely hot, and I was driving. We also saw some more nice "Danger! Mines" signs on the road. When we got back, Mommy was sweating so much it looked like she wet her pants. Daddy and Emily got back a while later, and his shirt had also been soaked. The cantor came back last of all, because apparently he was forced to push the 3-seater bike most of the way.
But most of us got back alive, and we were well enough to take a dip in the pool. Mommy wants me to talk about the dinner, but I won't. After dinner we went to the army base. I wonder who told Mommy and Daddy not to go. Hmmmmm... Oh yeah, me! We climbed on tanks and took pictures with the soldiers. It was one of the more boring experiences of my life.
Anyway, gotta go. Love you all! I'll write again when the effect of this last blog has worn off of you.
First thing in the morning (our group still doesn't quite understand the meaning of "relaxation time" or "sleep"), we piled into the buses and drove to a parking lot where we piled into the jeeps and jolted around a bit on some bumpy roads and photographed a tiny stream called the Jordan River. We also saw some fenced-in areas labeled: "Danger! Mines!", but our jeep driver assured us that the Israeli government wan't exactly sure where the mines were, and for all we knew, we could be driving in a mine field at that very moment. Then we drove to a random spot on a hillside of the Golan Heights and learned about the Syrian war, before piling back into the jeeps and driving to a kibbutz.
We had lunch there and saw the dairy farm. The cows were very self-sufficient, and were able to wait patiently in line to be hooked up and milked, and after they were done, would take off the milking machines themselves. Another barn held baby calves, as well as a dying cow that was shoved off the the side where tourists couldn't see it. We also got a tour of the kibbutz, and met some Israeli pre-schoolers who were terrified at the very sight of us. Apparently, 16 year olds live on their own on this kibbutz. I'm planning on moving there in two years.
After that, we piled back on the bus and headed to the sites for our two options: ATV or biking. In case you don't know what ATV is (you're not missing out) it's like a motorcycle/golf cart with 4 wheels and no doors. If the ATV flips, you can't get out, and you have to have a drivers' license to drive one. Naturally, we went biking. But the bikes we rode sat 3 people side by side and you steered with a wheel, like a golf cart with pedals. Mommy and I went in one; Emily and Daddy in the other, but we quickly lost track of them. It was a long bike path, insanely hot, and I was driving. We also saw some more nice "Danger! Mines" signs on the road. When we got back, Mommy was sweating so much it looked like she wet her pants. Daddy and Emily got back a while later, and his shirt had also been soaked. The cantor came back last of all, because apparently he was forced to push the 3-seater bike most of the way.
But most of us got back alive, and we were well enough to take a dip in the pool. Mommy wants me to talk about the dinner, but I won't. After dinner we went to the army base. I wonder who told Mommy and Daddy not to go. Hmmmmm... Oh yeah, me! We climbed on tanks and took pictures with the soldiers. It was one of the more boring experiences of my life.
Anyway, gotta go. Love you all! I'll write again when the effect of this last blog has worn off of you.
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