We wanted to go on a trip somewhere different, maybe Greece or Turkey, and thus we found ourselves high up on the mountain, in the middle of the Galilean Druze town of Yarka. We were invited to take a seat in the open yard in view of the mountains and the ocean, around a table heaped with Druze delicacies. Above us, a vine pergola, to our side an ornamental garden with gurgling water falls, and around us the entire Shchada family running around, carrying trays piled with salads, stuffed vegetables, meat and traditional Druze dishes.