Walking through a dark hall remembering the fallen children of Holocaust, we emerged from the other side to the land of hope that is Israel.

This has was a powerful moment as we have gone our entire lives seeing pictures of the holy city. Now we were finally here.

These were all great bonding activities, but my favorite part of the day by far was visiting Mt. Bental at the Golan Heights.

The sunshine glistened upon lake Galilee as the morning began, foreshadowing the light that we would receive on our journey to come.

The water was refreshing, and most of our group's boats united and floated for a while as a giant flotilla.

What better way to learn about the history of Jerusalem than walking the same paths that many of our ancestors had walked before?

We made our way to a shimmering pool of water fed by a picturesque waterfall.

Bar took us to an amazing rooftop with a view of the old city and the Western Wall.

Many of us had never ridden a camel before and we were all very excited. We named our camels and took tons of pictures with them. 

We then trekked up to the bus on a short and sweet climb up broken rocks that served as a natural staircase. It was beautiful.