It is a good day to rest.

We had an interesting time getting through the initial security checks, being told that the olive oil and olives we were bringing from Zababdeh were not allowed by Lufthansa - more because of the mess than anything else.

Marthame breathed a huge sigh of relief once we were out of Israel, and smiled a huge grin as he saw a tumbleweed roll by on the Jordanian side.

The morality tale reinforces that being Christian is more than just having "Christian" printed on your ID - more than getting a day off or special treatment on Easter and Christmas.

After a bit (and of course coffee), we went to see Im Nabil. Living alone at 80 in perhaps Zababdeh's oldest stone house (with Samaritan mason work and decoration), she always astonishes us with her sharp mind, fantastic English, and interesting stories.