Just tell me what to do

One of the big blessings of our year is the Distinguished Fulbright Award in Teaching, which allows teachers from the US and around the world to do action research abroad. Terence and I are both amazed and grateful that the US government still funds an opportunity like this. Fulbright has given Terence support, funding, structure, and an interesting project for him to sink his teeth into during this sabbatical year. And the organization also gave both of us a great trip last week (child-attachment issues notwithstanding) with a fascinating, diverse group of fellow grantees.

To be honest, the greatest thing about this trip was that someone else planned it. Someone else arranged transportation, eating and sleeping arrangements, and a wide array of sites to visit. Someone else told us where to be, when, and what side of the bus windows to look out of. Someone else answered the questions, provided the insights. Since our kids were back home in Jerusalem, no one was looking to us for anything whatsoever. Sweet relief! At times in my life, I’ve been disdainful of “tour bus travel,” but after 10 weeks of making all the decisions, it was amazing to be in someone else’s hands. I gave thanks every time we climbed on and off our bus.

This was a great way to travel the Negev Desert since the area is so spread out (relatively speaking). We saw things we never would have otherwise.

Like a goat farm, started 8 years ago on a plot of bare desert land and now a thriving operation.




An environmental art park (there are a lot of wacky creative types, or what our tour guide called “spiritual yoga”, out in the desert)



Or a gigantic makhtesh crater. Don’t worry, that wasn’t us sleeping out above the nothingness.

And we saw some things familiar from our trip to Petra… ruined Nabatean cities and beautiful rock colors.



About hilarymead

Taking two young kids, a great husband, and a whole lot of questions to Jerusalem for a year's sabbatical.
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