My first day was exhausting but wonderful. We visited a lookout point where we saw the whole of Jerusalem. It was beautiful. I took photos of the Mount of Olives. It reminded me that Netanel’s Great-Grandparents are buried there. Our guide Karen, spoke about how being buried there makes you a holier person and how those buried in the cemetery will be the first to enter the Bet Hamigdash be with the spirit of G-d. It was breathtaking.
The drive from Tel Aviv/Lod, where the airport was, to Jerusalem brought back memories. It reminded me of a mix of Northern Georgia and the highlands of Canada. The spectacular hillside views here are something not to be ignored. By the time we got to our hotel (a Kibbutz north of Jerusalem city) we were all exhausted. I ate alone tonight, as I was a little late getting to dinner (took a nap) but I didn’t mind. It gave me time to think. We are sleeping 3 to a room and it will change everyday. The only English channel was a perverse show about female masturbation. Odd Israeli programming huh?
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