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 forced
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...
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| A view of the outer wall from Jaffa Gate. |
...because this was how we got lost in the Old City.
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| Don't know where we were, but it was somewhere in the Old City! |
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| 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.
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| Cable car about to take us up Masada. |
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| A view of the Dead Sea from the top of Masada. |
We walked right down to the Western Wall.
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| Men's section of the Western Wall. |
And I was sad when it was time to come home.
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| 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.
