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This is one in a series of entries about my recent trip to Israel. I was there from July 17-29, 2012; these entries are being posted a few weeks after the experience. Everything is transfered directly from my notebook and is only edited for grammar and spelling. All words that appear on the blog were written on the trip. More Israel entries are available here.

22 July 2012 — Masada; Dead Sea; Yeruham

I did not oversleep—in fact, I made it to breakfast early and made some new friends at the meal! On the bus (on time) at 7:45, and at 7:55, when Alyse hadn’t shown up yet, I knew where to find her. I sprinted to her room, opened her door when she didn’t respond to knocking, and shook her awake. She greeted me with two bare boobs and one hell of a confused face. We packed her things and ran to the bus. 

We started at Masada, a large fortress in the middle of the desert. It was hotter than hell and I felt worse than I’ve felt in a while. I took a big dump and it got a lot better. Still very dehydrated the whole day, though. The people there, when Romans had them surrounded and were sure to kill the men and enslave the women, committed mass suicide instead of accept a fate that would be against their values.

Then, Dead Sea. We floated, it was hot, I burned my feet, and we had a lunch with schnitzel and other OK things. Some dumbos rubbed fancy mud on themselves.

We had a short program at NISPED, which served Bedouins with various social needs, especially in the many non-governmentally-recognized territories/settlements that get no government services like water or power.

We then drove to Yeruham, a small town that had a lot of immigrants from other places. Their mayor, who had a charmingly awkward disposition and laid-back, slow, almost Eastern European style of speech, talked in a wandering way about his position as mayor after having been a teacher for 20 years. The biggest things I gained from him were:

  • Build trust and relationships with students and families through conversations and home visits
  • Educate, not simply teach
  • Be careful and responsible with the way you deal with leaving the classroom, which maybe you shouldn’t do, in his opinion

Half loved him. Half hated him. I loved.

We walked to an old lady, Ester’s, house for a home-cooked meal through a program she’s in. The food was not very good and the house was hot and I sat next to a very annoying man-child TFA—one of the only insufferables.

Kibbutz, bedtime.