We drove through the city of Nazareth, which may have been small in Jesus’ day but was pretty big by my standards today, and marveled at the sprawling fields of high-rise dwellings. We drove to the top of a small mountain, and saw the place where the people from his hometown tried to toss Jesus off a cliff in Luke 4. It was definitely a cliff, and had a beautiful view, including a great sunset (the sun goes down at like 5 here). We also saw a small mountain that might be the place where Jesus was transfigured before the disciples (we don’t know for sure where that was).

By this time, I was getting pretty tired and pretty hungry, so my focus had turned to getting back to the hotel for dinner.