Faith of My Mother

Taking my mom to Israel--Jesus' turf as she calls it--was truly amazing. Seeing the place through her eyes made it really special for Dooz and me.

This was her first trip out of the country, which she has promised to do every 75 years or so. I think she was so excited she didn't even have time for jet lag. She walked our butt off everyday, and it took all of my persuasive powers for her not to make us walk to the top of Masada--forgoing the cable car. I mean, get real. I don't need to be embarassed by a 75 year old grandmother for god's sakes (literally, I guess).

The good news is that we made it through her legal-size list of places to see--the Sea of Galilee; Jerusalem (and all of the stuff in/around); the Dead Sea (which may soon be missing as well); the Golan Height; Jericho; Bethlehem. She even ate falafel everyday (and pretended to like it).

We saw it all, did most of it, and lived to tell about it. But when all of the memories fade, I will always remember the faith of my mother.