Shalom. It means both hello and goodbye in Hebrew (this is a very context heavy country). This is my second night in the Holy Land, though it seems like a week or so. I landed (only) yesterday morning at 4am, was picked up and taken to Jerusalem by my brother-in-law Ben, slept a couple of hours until 8am then woke and headed to the old city in hopes of seeing some goats slaughtered. Alas, there was no groggy, jet-lagged, where-am-I? experience because we didn't see any blood being spilled. Can't say I was totally heartbroken. It's a Muslim holiday now- the time of year that people make the haj to mecca. Today I ran around Tel Aviv, thru Jaffa, which is just the old city part of the city, on a hill by the water. I stood at the top of the hill, saw a storm coming in over the Mediterranean, felt the wind and looked out. I immediately remembered times I would do a similar thing when I lived in Barcelona, and indeed this was the same body of water, just the other side of the pool. Tomorrow I am teaching Palestinians video editing. This is one boring frikkin' trip....
So, some pics so far. My sister and her bosses. The excitement for a change of leadership is obvious in her office.
1 comment:
i had no idea you were headed to the holy land. how interesting. it's a fascinating place, no? what really amazed me (even tho i was a mere youngster of 12 or so) was how well the land was cared for. no trash, no litter. every little blade of grass having it's own irrigation system. anyway, eat some turkish delight (bring me back some) and have fun.
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