On the first day, we stopped by kibbutz, one of the community-run
farms, for brunch. I’d read that the kibbutz had become so financially
successful in Israel that it was starting to tear them apart: now that the
communities brought in money enough for necessities and more, disagreements
were arising over how to spend the surplus. If you don’t have much money, it’s
easy to choose to spend it on food. If you have extra, it’s harder to decide
buying stocks versus a new car versus anything else.
I don’t know
anything specific on how this kibbutz was run. It was a pretty site of low
white buildings and greenery, but we met few Israelis.
Next up was the amphitheater in Ceasarea (below photo), once a notable
Roman seaport.
Then to the Baha’i Gardens. At the time, I’m not sure we knew
much about the place besides that it was holy, lush, and immaculately
maintained. This garden, I read in
my guide book, was made to mark the tomb of a Baha’i spiritual leader.
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