My Travel Diary - sung to the tune of "My Favorite Things"
By Cyd Little, Washington DC Mini-School student

We came to this country with eager bright faces
To study our history; its past and its places
We've traveled long distance, left families behind
To bring back the treasures of this land in our minds

Zohar is our leader, with passion and fire
He's up with the sun and he never does tire
He's opened his heart; let its knowledge spill out
He takes us down roads with circuitous routes

Masada and Qumran, the mud at the Dead Sea
We learned, we debated, and of course we did all pee
The temperature rose, topped the scales so they say
We drank so much "mayim" we thought we'd all float away

Falafel and Shwarma and salad with fishes
White wines and red wines and lots of new dishes
The spices and aromas are new to us all
We've loved every meal, even at the bus hall


Jerusalem stones with their pure white reflections
Cast shadows of gold out in many directions
The candles we lit, set the tone for the day
Shabbat was for rest, we all wanted to pray

Sitting on tushkins with pencils and sources
Expressing opinions, without raising our voices
Skies without clouds, seeing cool mineral springs
And listening to Zohar say: "Bo, Chaverim"

Rafting the river with oars and fine graces
Swimming in mud from our toes to our faces
Watching the sun set as we read poetry
From Rachel to Naomi - whose souls were set free

Stretching our minds with new thoughts and emotions
Kaballah in Tsfat, without magical potions
Hiking the hills as we viewed scenic lands
Ben Yehuda "b'erev" had 4 different bands
We've moved through the country like birds on migration
We've wandered, we've pondered with pure fascination
We've created new bonds with the friends that we made
We've connected together in so many ways

Now the trips done
We've had such fun
Our suitcases are packed away
We'll simply remember our favorite things
And then we'll all fly away

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