In response to our Mother's Day Special, we received essays from
readers describing memorable trips they've taken with their moms or
their kids. Here Peggy Goldman describes sightseeing in Israel with her sons.
I had been living in Israel for about six months when I was presented with the opportunity to tour the country with my two adult sons. At the time, my husband and I were living in Eilat. My younger son, David, was also in Israel for the summer, and Dan, my older son, came over to join us for some sightseeing.
We drove around the Sea of Galilee, and then up into the Golan Heights. We peered out of the lookout posts at the abandoned Syrian bunkers that overlook the green rolling farmland below, and we mused over the intricacies of Middle East peace, wondering how, in such a beautiful place, people couldn't just figure out to get along.
We walked the long trail at Tel Dan nature reserve, where we explored one of the sources of the Jordan River. And we laughed without pity when Dan, the family joker, ignored our guide's words of caution and plopped into the rippling water, freezing in the ice cold stream. His yelping brought rangers and visitors alike to see what happened.
We spent a lazy afternoon swimming in the Kinneret in the Sea of Galilee, and even took a turn at parasailing, which my kids never expected me to even try. The photo of my two sons--standing on a hill, arm in arm, with the entire Hula Valley behind them--sits on the credenza in my office today. Each time I look up from my work, I smile at the memory of that wonderful weekend together.
Photo: The Golan Heights, by Janelle Nanos
I had been living in Israel for about six months when I was presented with the opportunity to tour the country with my two adult sons. At the time, my husband and I were living in Eilat. My younger son, David, was also in Israel for the summer, and Dan, my older son, came over to join us for some sightseeing.We drove around the Sea of Galilee, and then up into the Golan Heights. We peered out of the lookout posts at the abandoned Syrian bunkers that overlook the green rolling farmland below, and we mused over the intricacies of Middle East peace, wondering how, in such a beautiful place, people couldn't just figure out to get along.
We walked the long trail at Tel Dan nature reserve, where we explored one of the sources of the Jordan River. And we laughed without pity when Dan, the family joker, ignored our guide's words of caution and plopped into the rippling water, freezing in the ice cold stream. His yelping brought rangers and visitors alike to see what happened.
We spent a lazy afternoon swimming in the Kinneret in the Sea of Galilee, and even took a turn at parasailing, which my kids never expected me to even try. The photo of my two sons--standing on a hill, arm in arm, with the entire Hula Valley behind them--sits on the credenza in my office today. Each time I look up from my work, I smile at the memory of that wonderful weekend together.
Photo: The Golan Heights, by Janelle Nanos
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Sounds one nice family adventure travel. Family trips are good, making relationships with each other more stronger.