ABSTRACT
I took a short day trip to Jericho several days ago. It was love at first sight. My friend and I were welcomed to the city with free bananas by friendly merchants who sold us fresh fruit from orchards within walking distance. Jericho is more like a big farm than a city. I had never been to a desert with so much green. (It turns out Jews aren’t the only ones who can make a desert bloom.) The air smelled like citrus and flowers, and in the late afternoon, a family sitting in their garden invited my friend and me for tea. We accepted after the requisite three refusals, and soon tea turned into supper, which turned into an invitation to stay the night that we couldn’t refuse.
