We’ve just spent a week in Jerusalem. I was dubious about going. I’m not a great traveller but there were several reasons why I
encouraged myself to go.
1. I’d never been to Israel before.
2. Everyone kept telling me that I had to go at least once in my life.
3. When my Dad was very ill [he died in 1977] he said how he wished he'd gone to Israel.
So I went. This was my first view of the Old City. It didn’t fill me with awe but with trepidation...
|A view of the outer wall from Jaffa Gate.|
...because this was how we got lost in the Old City.
|Don't know where we were, but it was somewhere in the Old City!|
This was the start of our second day and the moment I fell in love with Jerusalem.
|View from our hotel window as the sun rose over Jerusalem.|
I don’t know how it happened but the rest of the week flew by in an emotional whirlwind. We went to Masada and floated in the Dead Sea.
|Cable car about to take us up Masada.|
|A view of the Dead Sea from the top of Masada.|
We walked right down to the Western Wall.
|Men's section of the Western Wall.|
And I was sad when it was time to come home.
|El Al Departure Lounge and, yes, that clock does say 4.40 am!|
I have a feeling that we’ll be going back sometime soon to see a bit more of that amazing country but first I have to get my head out of the El Al clouds and back into doing some writing. This isn’t going to be easy.