Jew + Arab = Fauzi Azar Inn

We celebrated our 25th anniversary last year with a five day hike in Galilee. Starting point: the Fauzi Azar Inn in old city Nazareth. The history of its establishment is a great example of Jews and Arabs coming together:

I would go back in a heartbeat, even now. And hope to spend a year or two or three in Galilee in the not so distant future.

 

Photos, and lots of ’em

Most of the better trip photos are posted on Facebook, although getting them sorted in the correct order has been challenging and frustrating. A Dropbox album to share with our new hiking friends is next on my list.

If you’re not my Facebook friend and you’d like to see the photo albums for this trip (1-2 more to come) send me an email or put a comment to this post.

We met upon the Jesus Trail (April 2013)

 

Our accommodations in Israel

Below is a list of our accommodations while in Israel, listed in the order of our visit. Each is very different from the other, but I would gladly repeat our stays. Check back for updates as I will be posting on each location…eventually.

All were booked utilizing TripAdvisor, Fodor’s Israel Travel Guide, Booking.com, or as part of our Jesus Trail hiking package.

ArtPlus Hotel, Tel Aviv	ArtPlus Hotel (Tel Aviv) – A boutique hotel a short walk from the Mediterranean.
Tamar Residence, Jerusalem	Tamar Residence (Jerusalem) a residence hotel in a Jerusalem neighborhood with wonderful restaurants nearby.
Fauzi Azar Inn, Nazareth	Fauzi Azar Inn (Nazareth’s Old City) a 200-year old converted Ottoman mansion. Don’t miss their off-the-beaten-track Old City walking tour.
Cana Wedding Guesthouse	Cana Wedding Guesthouse (Kfar Cana) – Just steps from the traditional site of the wedding feast where Jesus performed his first miracle of turning water into wine (John 2: 1-11).(Click here to read my post about the Cana Wedding Guesthouse)
Hotel Lavi	Hotel Lavi (Kibbutz Lavi) – This religious kibbutz (Israeli commune) operates a four-star hotel, complete with kosher meals. They observe Shabbat (Sabbath) so checking in from sundown Friday to sundown Saturday is not possible.
Shavit’s Arbel Guesthouse	Shavits’ Arbel Guesthouse (Moshav Arbel) – Wonderful, wonderful food, a balcony, and a jacuzzi tub to soak in after a few days on the trail.
Vered Hagalil, Galilee	Vered Hagalil (north of the Sea of Galilee) a guest farm with an amazing view from our cabin/suite.
Idelson Hotel, Tel Aviv	Idelson Hotel (Tel Aviv) a new 8-room hotel run by two young men who worked in the U.S. for three years to save the money for their venture.

Have a question? Leave me a reply and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.

 

The Gift of Hospitality

Southern hospitality has been dethroned. Israeli hospitality is the best-of-the-best.

During our two weeks in Israel we stayed in:

• a large hotel run by a kibbutz (Israeli commune),
• a boutique hotel featuring the work of Israeli artists,
• a 200-year old Ottoman mansion converted into a hotel,
• a guest farm on the Sea of Galilee,
• a residence hotel in a Jerusalem neighborhood,
• a new 8-room hotel run by two young men who worked in the U.S. for three years to save the money for their venture,
• and two guesthouses.

Some of the arrangements were made by the Jesus Trail* folks as part of our hiking tour package. The rest I booked on my own, relying on reviews on travel sites, books and forums such as TripAdvisor and Fodor’s. Every place we stayed was outstanding in just about every way, especially in their hospitality.

A guesthouse is a private home that has been converted to accommodate paying guests. After our first day of hiking, which was a chilly RAINY day, we stayed at the Cana Wedding Guesthouse. Charlie and were in a private room in a separate building, along with three other couples in our group. The eight of us shared the bathroom facilities, thankfully set up in separate rooms — a shower/toilet room, a toilet room, and a sink in the hallway. It worked out fine.

Relaxing in the Cana Wedding Guesthouse after a long day of hiking from Nazareth to Cana.

I loved our hosts, Sami and Su’ad!

He made sure we had everything we needed, from a welcoming beer or glass of wine, to extra blankets for the cold night ahead. She cooked for our group of 15. Look at all this wonderful food!

To be continued….

 

From where I sit

I am firmly planted in an uncomfortable chair, cushioned only slightly by the terrycloth bathmat from the jacuzzi tub that’s next to our bed (truly!) in our cabin by the Sea of Galilee. Of the places we have been during our two weeks in Israel, this is my favorite.

From where I sit, I see cities and towns on just about every hill, and the sun’s reflections on the windshields and rooftops on the cars driving between them. Tiberias. Moshav Arbel. Wadi Hamam. Cana. Migda. Ginosar. We hiked through most of these, and more.

I hear voices in the distance; it’s amazing how far they carry. The sounds of birds — the sounds of their wings flapping overhead, there gentle chirps and coos that seem to linger long past sunset. Crickets. An airplane. [Which reminds me of a joke I heard from a fellow hiker this week. How do you tell if a plane is Israeli? Count to five; if it’s Israeli it will still be in the air.] The wind blowing through the pine tree near our cabin.

I see buildings and gardens erected by men to a God they want to remember, to be near. On my left is the Domus Galilaeae, founded by the Neo-Catechumenal Way “to lead people to understand Christianity the way the first Christians did – as adults.” Last night we heard beautiful, joyful singing, laughter and clapping seep through its walls.

On down the hill in front of us leading to the sea is the surmised location of the Sermon on the Mount (Matthew 5-7). “You are the salt of the earth…You are the light of the world,” we are told. Charlie and I entered the basilica here, a large round sanctuary full of camera-toting pilgrims like us, just as the voices of a Philipino (I think) tour group began to sing in their native tongue. The rest of us stopped, trying to figure out what hymn they were singing. As we recognized the tune one by one just about everyone inside and possibly just outside that basilica began to sing the song in their own language. Beautiful.

Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.

Refrain:
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior all the day long;
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior all the day long.

Perfect submission, perfect delight,
Visions of rapture now burst on my sight;
Angels, descending, bring from above
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

Perfect submission, all is at rest,
I in my Savior am happy and blest,
Watching and waiting, looking above,
Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.

 

I want to see what they saw

I’m catching up on a few days’ devotional readings while relaxing; our Jesus Trail hike is over as of yesterday. From the window seat where I lounge overlooking the Sea of Galilee, I can also see many of the places where our feet fell (and fell and fell). Cliffs. Mountains. Muddy valleys.

How ancient this place feels. I’m enjoying this so much more than Jerusalem. I’m glad I went to Jerusalem (shrines and merchants and scads of tourists) but I really long to see it as it was, as it will be.

It’s like that line in “Sleepless in Seattle” when Rosie O’Donnell tells Meg Ryan, “You don’t want to be in love. You want to be in love in a movie.” Me too. Me too. I want to walk alongside Abraham, Moses, Gideon, David, Isaiah, John the Baptist, and Jesus, of course. I want to see what they saw, hear what they heard.

I sure hope we get to hike on the new earth.

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I’ll have time and good wifi over the next couple of days so you may see more than a few posts from me.

 

Heaven on a stick

Today is our third day on the Jesus Trail.

We began our adventure as strangers in pouring rain at a place called Fauzi Azar Inn, a 200 year old Arab mansion turned guesthouse at the suggestion of a Jew. God is never boring.

Singles, couples, friends, spouses…the faces might have been familiar that Saturday morning at breakfast. The 15 of us kept together on the trail in fear that alone we might miss that all-important trail marker

and get lost in the wilderness.

Before we’d traveled in two or three groups. Today we traveled mostly en masse up and down the rocky hills and through the miles of thick, never-let-go-of-your-boots mud. Up to your shins deep in places. Swallow your boots deep.

It was heaven on a stick, a walking stick.