I was fortunate to visit Israel in February of 2011. I left for Israel the week after the uprisings began in Egypt’s Tahrir Square, where thousands of protestors gathered to overthrow President Hosni Mubarak. As I boarded the flight, CNN informed us that Egyptian prisoners had just been released and were flooding the streets.
We ate bowls of fresh hummus and shaved shawarma, fresh lemonade, and falafel sandwiches. We walked hundreds of feet to the retreating Dead Sea, passing signs marking where the water had once been so many years before, long before the Dead Sea tributaries were divided and the water line receded. We took a cable car down chalk cliffs and walked through grotto caves with crystal water. We slept in hostels and a kibbutz and in case you’re wondering: yes, we did get engaged next to the Dead Sea.