When you live in a city and get used to a certain daily routine, it’s hard to break out of it. Though most of us dream of getting away for the weekend, planning a jaunt out of town is often left precisely there, in dreamland. Luckily, in Israel, being a weekender requires little more than a tank of gas and some moxie.
The following is an account of 48 delightful hours spent off the beaten track in the Lower and Western Galilee regions with one small child and spouse. Aside from hotel reservations, no plans were made in advance, no reservations booked, no itineraries printed out.