Yesterday we visited Sepphoris the old capital of Galilee. As we walked along the ruins, we saw the remains of a Roman bathhouse, an amphitheater, and the mosaic floor of where a synagogue once stood. Afterward, we took a bus to the Golan Heights where we saw the border where Syria and Israel meet. The atmosphere was cold as we looked upon these two countries and a snow-covered Mt. Hermon. We then hopped back on the bus to go eat lunch in a Droze community restaurant, where we had delicious hummus, falafel, and refreshing lemonade not too sweet, but not too sour. After a filling lunch, we then visited a temple built into a small mountain dedicated to Pan, the god of nature who is part man, part goat. This temple is located on a small mountain where you can see in the distance the mountains of Lebanon if you hiked up a little bit. After a day full of ruins, we headed back to Nazareth where I had the best Baklava. As my mother says, “Why do we even try to recreate this back in the states?” Honestly though, why?