We hiked through the most insane surroundings, stopping at waterfalls and lookouts, where you could seriously feel the splendor. I don’t know if I could actually say it was a hike, maybe a stroll is a more appropriate word, but regardless of its assigned title, as I looked into the borders of Lebanon and breathed in the Israeli air, there was this sense of bliss and pride that is almost indescribable, but more needs to be seen and felt to be understood. We continued our day in the Chulah Valley (Emek Hachulah), riding bikes and birding, which entails watching the thousands of birds that migrate over Israel every six months.
We stopped at a point on the tracks and walked up to a little observatory where I was left completely shocked. What seemed like hundreds of thousands of birds were covering a huge field, flying around, swimming in the water and making a resounding amount of noise. We learnt that Israel along with a little village in Panama, South America, were the only two places where such a siting occurred. After looking around and taking in what lay in front of me, something clicked, even though these birds may just be birds they fly all over the world and have chosen Israel as their stop off, surely this is no coincidence, for while we too may fly and settle all over the world, it is Israel to which we always return.