Just 15 minutes before the Church of the Beatitudes closed, a bedraggled and dusty traveler staggered in. Though portions of my last full hiking day were rather restful, such as my time absorbing all the water I could at a gas station following a lengthy and misguided hike through the nearby pomegranate and olive tree fields, the end was not. My conversation the night before asking about a room must’ve been forgotten and my backup plan of taking the local bus into Tiberias fell through because it was Saturday. They don’t run on Shabbat. My last option was my previous night’s hostel manager, who was kind enough to pick me up and bring me back to stay once again at the Yarok Az Ecolodge. More pictures and mini-stories will follow, but suffice it to say that I have completed the Jesus Trail. Now I need to start planning the next leg of my journey. I’m looking southward toward Jerusalem, the West Bank, and possibly the desert beyond.