Chronicles of the Holy Land. Stories in which I impart wisdom to those that stayed behind. Stories in which I attempt to convey to you, dear reader, what you missed. Stories that will resonate through your very soul.
We begin with Part 1: Rocking the boat on the Sea of Galilee.
It was a dark and stormy morning. Our travelers had chosen this day to take part in an epic adventure out to the semi-deep waters of the Sea of Galilee. Or Lake Kinneret, as I found out it sometimes uses as an alias when it wants to lay low. Ha! Get it?! Lay low? It's conveniently located 209 meters below sea level, making it the lowest freshwater lake in town.
Seriously. Back to the adventure. The darkness and the storms....
Half way out to sea, the captain starts playing some, ahem, oldies. Christian oldies. Circa 1985. We were touched.
It was about this time that Tiffany and I chose to have a little fun. I took a look at the planks of the deck, and thought to myself, "Hey, wouldn't it be funny to try to walk in a straight line whilst sailing on the Sea of Galilee?"
Tiffany was up to the challenge, and we began our feable attempts at walking in straight lines. Soon enough, the whole crew had turned its attention to us, as apparetnly we were making quite a spectacle.
We got a little bored of walking the plank after awhile, and the captain could sense our unrest. It was at that moment that he made the best decision in his life: to play Hava Nagila. Bam! The whole boat became a floating party.
Several of us made our way to the center of the deck, joined by 1/2 the crew and our tour guide, and we took off. Dancing our way through the song, singing at the top of our lungs, and trying to copy what the Jewish people in the circle were doing, since many of us Americans had never learned the proper dance.
Tremendous.
