Today, I rose 05.30 to catch the sunrise over Jerusalem from the Mount of Olives. While walking around among the olive groves in search of a good angle I met Isaac, who is an olive farmer in god knows what generation. A very friendly man, who picked a few fresh figs from a tree and offered to me.

 

Now I am trying to plan the weekend. We want to go up to Northern Israel to visit the Galilee and the Golan Heights now that there is a cease-fire. At the same time, all the good paragliding sites in Northern Israel are now open again, so I am trying to fit in some flying in the schedule. Tricky tricky.