The words "The Sea of Galilee" always had a ring about them and I had long wondered where exactly one would find the Golan Heights. On the surface, picking late summer of 2013 to put an image to the ring and a location to the heights might have appeared a trifle ill-advised, with the situation on Israel's borders fairly tense, what with the chaos working itself out in southern Lebanon, all of Syria, and in Egypt. But it felt a good time to go, 6 years after promising my friend Reuven Goldfarb that one day we would keep the promise to see each other again, in Israel, nearly half a century after saying goodbye the last time, in 1967, in America, when I returned to England. This time I would set out from and return to my home in Triana, Sevilla. Outwardly, much changes in 46 years (not only architecture but also wrinkles and hair-colour) but inwardly perhaps very little had changed in the same time-frame, at least in the aspects of being that had made friends of us in the first place.
As for Tzfat (Safed), best go visit, and to help with finding out why a visit could be very rewarding, have a look at the virtual Tzfat.
While in Tzfat I met a steady flow of interesting people - artists, recent immigrants, the mayor - and in Tel-Aviv airport, at three in the morning, I bumped into one of those people. Of course he hadn't come all that way from Tzfat to see me off, but as far as I was concerned, he had, and so Tzfat accompanied me as close to the plane as it could. It was that kind of journey.