Two tiyulim in the past two days - one to Sattaf, the ancient agricultural terraces of the Judean Hills, and the other to Ir David, the ancient remains of City of David, dating back to around 1000 BCE.
And rock after rock, cave after cave, I'm learning more and more about the lineage and customs of the biblical Israelite people.
This being my third visit to Sattaf (twice beforehand for tzedaka projects), I figured there was nothing new for me to see - just the same old terraces and crops with the same old nof - view - as before. Lucky for me I was proven wrong in a matter of minutes. After a hike down the terraces, our JHist class sat around in the rocky, muddy ground and opened up our Tanachim to the Nevi'im portions. As we toured the ancient agricultural ground, I learned more and more about the new developing culture as the Israelites conquered various tribes in the land and slowly but surely became farmers. They developed new words for their harvesting of the 7 species (names escape me at this time; I should definitely study that...) and began finding concrete water sources for their crops - which leads me to the title of this post. As we finished our tiyul, we climbed down more and more levels of terraces to a giant cave with a pool at its mouth. One by one we filed our way into the cave, sloshing our way through the minor stream in the middle of it. (I forgot to bring a flashlight so I not only sloshed my way but tripped over a few rocks in the process.) When we reached the end of the path, Yair (our teacher) told us to be very quiet and to listen for the drops of water coming from a spring nearby. I found it really interesting how ancient Israelite farmers were able to harness this water to irrigate their crops with the technology they had thousands of years ago. It's always so interesting to walk where our - my, rather - ancestors have walked. However, this was only a half day tiyul - we were home just in time for General Studies (which is going swimmingly by the way).

As I mentioned before, Yair pointed out to us that the water source was nowhere to be found - of course, we had to go underground to find it; yet another cavernous experience on my list of tiyulim. As we worked our way down the staircases into the tunnel, Yair explained that this water tunnel dated back to Canaanite times, before the Jebusites had conquered the city from them and way before David succeeded in conquering the Jebusites. As we got towards the end of one tunnel, there came a split into two different tunnels - one that was dark and dry, one that looked lit up by lights and was flooded with water. As much as I wanted to enter the wet tunnel, I was told it was way too cold for me to go in that water and come out comfortable on the other side. Disappointed but understanding, I along with the rest of our class worked my way through the other tight-fitting tunnel and made it out to the other side in once piece.
Exhausted and hungry, we all piled our way back on to the bus home to Tzuba - I took a lengthy nap the minute my head hit the back of my bus seat. Need to make sure I'm sleeping enough here. All is well, classes are fine, Hebrew's still difficult, missing some home-cooked meals. The only downside to Tzuba is the chadar ochel food - not my favorite, but the margolit always has something good. Masada/Dead Sea coming up in the next week or so, get exited for that post. יופי תופי!
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