Shavuot in the Galilee

On Friday I drove up north to moshav Sarona, a farming village on the road to the Sea of Galilee. We went up there to visit some of my wife’s family and to celebrate Shavuot, which is usually celebrated in some style on moshavs and kibbutzes throughout Israel. In fact, I doubt you’ll even know it’s Shavuot if you’re in the city (apart from the cheesecake overflow and general food orgy perhaps giving it away), but I can heartily recommend checking out a local kibbutz or moshav if you really want the ultimate Shavuot experience.

In short, tractors get decked up and real men get to drive them, cows and horses get to show off their manoeuvrability (with cowboy wannabees astride), and local residents get to wear white while, er, wowing us with their singing talent. On moshav Sarona it wasn’t any different, except for the amazing views as a backdrop and the kite festival at the end, which totally blew me and my son away. OK, probably me more than my son. 

Some pics: