I’m coming for you Bar! — The Dead Sea
I don’t know about you, but after my late afternoon Masada jog, I like to cool down with a few laps in the Dead Sea. WTF?! Kind of kidding, but really, that’s a pretty close depiction of one of my days in Israel. After spending the early morning at the Bahá’í Gardens, a UNESCO world heritage site that gives Versailles’ manicured lawns a run for its money, we jetted off to Masada only to get stuck in desert traffic, rerouted by sink holes and IDF operations. After racing up and down the mega-rock we drove to our home for the night, Herods Dead Sea: a secluded spa & resort with one of the best dinner & breakfast buffets I’ve ever had. While the facilities, like the sulfur pool and the spa were remarkable, the construction going on around the hotel was a bit of a distracting eyesore and I wondered if we got there right before the area became a resort strip. Nevertheless, it was on the Dead Sea! That evening, I started with a …