Your bus climbs the Golan as the light goes gold. At my family's farm in Natur, the table is already set: farm and Galilee produce, fresh bread, olive oil from this soil, and the Kinneret laid out below turning copper. After the meal, one short teaching on the land you are looking at, and then the stars come out the way they only do on the Heights. No stage, no microphone, no rush. Ninety minutes to two and a half hours, and it is the evening groups remember.
Isaiah 62 on the walls at dusk. What it means to be set as a watchman, taught while the actual watch-lights of the valley come on below us.
Why this ground grows what it grows, the biblical feasts hiding in the farm calendar, and what a shmita year taught us the hard way.
Golan was one of the six. Refuge in Torah, refuge now, told on a farm that has learned to be quiet shelter in hard days.
One price for the whole evening by group size, food and teaching included. Confirmed with the itinerary, paid like any ground service.
Write me at amitai.elon@gmail.com with your date and group size. If the sunset is free, it's yours.