The olympic village is behind me and I am signaling one for our first day. We are going to count the days like we did for the John Muir Trail and, perhaps, in the end make a time lapse video. Thanks to Wilson's cousin, Deborah, for the idea!
Day 2: 5:30 am arrive in Tel Aviv -- beach, Old Jaffa (many millennia year old city), and more beachDay 3: Drive up to Mediterranean coast to see:
steep Haifa -- pilgrimage spot for the Ba'Hai religion that was founded in 1844 around 30 years after the Mormon religion
ancient Akko -- Arab city -- third oldest continuously inhabited city in the world (the oldest is Jericho, which is in the West Bank, 25 miles east of Jerusalem).
Nazareth -- we slept here two nights at an amazing hostel that was built during the Ottoman period and had 30 foot mosaic ceilings
Day 4: Drive up to Galilee and Golan Heights:
We trail ran around the remains of ancient caves and a fortress in the cliffs above the sea of Galilee.
Back to Nazareth to see the sites like Mary's well, look at over the hills, and eat some delicious hummus and falafel.
Day 5: Jerusalem!
Wilson is going to blog more about the above, today, and yesterday. But the very quick run down is:
Day 6: Climbing, the Dead Sea, and an ecolodge in Negev
Day 7: Jordan -- Wadi Musa and Petra (I am blogging from a rooftop in Wadi Musa Jordan right now).
Day 8: Wadi Musa and Petra
Day 9: Amman
Day 10: Jerash
Wilson, love the unitard you're rocking in Haifa!
ReplyDeleteNordy, I was trying to blend in with the locals. And failing miserably
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ReplyDeleteI'm with Nordy - pretty sure you don't need the belt with those pants.
I love the posts and am going to start reading them with Nico every morning.
Francisco, i love thinking about you and Nico reading the latest post to start the day. He will be pumped if i am able to make it to the Barca champions league game that i have circled on our schedule.
ReplyDeleteAs for the pants, i thought for sure they would have been the target of Nordy's joshing, but glad you could get in your 2 cents and remind me of my roots. Sadly, that is the not the last itme you and Nico will see those pants in pictures.
It's like my wedding all over again, when you accidentally packed Muriel's pants instead of your own.
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