More pictures!
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violachicNot down to the nitty-gritty quite yet. I'm trying to ease y'all in.
The vestiges of our Thanksgiving dinner, which we managed to cook (except the chicken, which was brought down from the market in Hebron already roasted) on our little one-burner propane stove. Please note the stuffing that we managed to make out of crutons.
After the rains began to fall...
A sheer landscape shot of a nearby hill. We were probably about 15 kilometers North of the Green Line, and if there wasn't the glare from the sun, you could see the Jordanian mountains from the top of this hill. The Dead Sea is between these hills and the Jordanian mountains.
I'm sure if they knew we were taking pictures they wouldn't have been very happy, but what a shot!
An overall view of the village. Most of the village. There are a few houses on the hill where I was standing to take this picture.
A friend from the Jewish organization, Ta'ayush brings down clothing and toy donations from time to time. We went up to help sort them one rainy afternoon. He brings them from Israelis, so we get some interesting donations, like slinky black cocktail dresses. Those aren't exactly appropriate attire 'round these here parts.
Toys donated in what we think is a weapons box. I'd love input from others who are more knowledgeable on this.
Some of our friends in the village plowing and planting their land. They do it opposite of what I imagined, where they scatter the seeds and then plow them under, instead of plowing the land and planting in the rows.
More plowing
Anywhere you go, whatever you do, you will get tea. Sweet tea. Really, really sweet tea. Here, we have been served tea on the hillside after accompanying the farmers to plow their land all morning. Yes, that is my pant leg and my sneaker.
Remains of an ancient village that was abandoned several years ago due to settler and soldier harassment
The vestiges of our Thanksgiving dinner, which we managed to cook (except the chicken, which was brought down from the market in Hebron already roasted) on our little one-burner propane stove. Please note the stuffing that we managed to make out of crutons.
After the rains began to fall...
A sheer landscape shot of a nearby hill. We were probably about 15 kilometers North of the Green Line, and if there wasn't the glare from the sun, you could see the Jordanian mountains from the top of this hill. The Dead Sea is between these hills and the Jordanian mountains.
I'm sure if they knew we were taking pictures they wouldn't have been very happy, but what a shot!
An overall view of the village. Most of the village. There are a few houses on the hill where I was standing to take this picture.
A friend from the Jewish organization, Ta'ayush brings down clothing and toy donations from time to time. We went up to help sort them one rainy afternoon. He brings them from Israelis, so we get some interesting donations, like slinky black cocktail dresses. Those aren't exactly appropriate attire 'round these here parts.
Toys donated in what we think is a weapons box. I'd love input from others who are more knowledgeable on this.
Some of our friends in the village plowing and planting their land. They do it opposite of what I imagined, where they scatter the seeds and then plow them under, instead of plowing the land and planting in the rows.
More plowing
Anywhere you go, whatever you do, you will get tea. Sweet tea. Really, really sweet tea. Here, we have been served tea on the hillside after accompanying the farmers to plow their land all morning. Yes, that is my pant leg and my sneaker.
Remains of an ancient village that was abandoned several years ago due to settler and soldier harassment
