As I write this (on my iPhone to be transcribed to my blog later), I am on a bus headed to Tzfat for Shabbat. I am excited to see friends, be around the familiar Jewish rituals, and go back to school. But our bus just passed the dig site at Magdala.I saw Martin's hat up over the nearly 6 foot deep dig site.I saw the crew under the pottery tent and the two white vans that careened along the lakeside highway to get us to and from the site.I didn't see Migdal but I know that cute pup was cheerfully running back and forth on the site or laying lazily in the shade or sitting on Maria's shoulders.I didn't realize what an impact these people would have on me or how the dig would affect me. I thought I was just going to clear some rock and dirt and find some pottery. But this was a once in a lifetime event for me (though I would love to find a way to do it again sometime) and I am so thankful to have gone. My only wish is that I could have shared it with a few very special people.Basically, this taught me never to be afraid of new experiences. To never shy away from trying something different, no matter how scary or hard it may seem at the outset. New activities and amazing experiences don't just fall in your lap. They don't always involve a 4 star hotel, the best food, or a clean experience. Sometimes you just have to trust an Israeli bus driver to tell you where to get off and cab drivers to give you good walking directions. Sometimes you have to be strong and aware and confident in your self.It ain't always easy but it's always worth it.
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