These are standing stones which do not have a known purpose! Monday, February 20 We took a test today and then a group of us went out into the city to saunter around. We stopped at Shaaban's and had some tea with him. He is so nice and such a cool dude. He shared wisdom that his father passed on to him on how to run a successful business: A little rain leads to a large river. And this is exactly why we can trust Shaaban in our dealings with him. He puts on just a small profit so that the prices of his goods and his currency exchange is so close to the actual rate that lots of people flock to him. He gets minor profits on his sales, but builds relationships, and these small profits turn into a flowing revenue. He is such a cool guy! There, I met the head of the Dormition Abbey across the Mount of Zion and talked in German with her. When I spoke in German, the people I was with gawked at me and the news that I can talk a little bit of German. It was so funny - two people actually had their jaws drop.
Tuesday, February 21 Today was a hard day to wake up but I did it and after class, I powered through my homework for the week in two hours. Oh yeah. Then, I sat in the sun and worked on my Westwood Community Church application. It is so nice and warm here. In Jewish Thought and Practice class, Rabbi Moshe showed us candles that Jews burn for Shabbat that are four candles intertwined. And then he brought us through the closing of Shabbat ceremony which included the blowing of a shofar (goat's horn).
Wednesday, February 22 After morning class, I went over to Dormition Abbey to talk with German students but could not find any so Ross, Rachel, and I walked to the Temple Mount trying to get to Dome of the Rock and left when shooed away by a guard because the Dome was closed to outsiders at 10. We walked through the Old City looking in shops and checking out fun stuff. We also passed a guy who was peeing on a dumpster. I was the only one who noticed his current activity and when he spoke to get our attention to violate our virgin eyes, I yelled a loud "no!" in a dramatic voice that startled him a bit and none of us had to see what he wanted to display. Then we went to the post office to pick up a package for Rachel and made it back in time for lunch outside. After lunch, we tossed around a Frisbee until Ian ran into Rachel and sent her flying. Then we went to class and had a really cool Parables class outside for a bit where we discussed the parable of the rich man and Lazarus. There is so much for me to learn! After dinner, I went out with a group walking through the Old City. We went to the Western (Wailing) Wall and prayed. I wrote on paper and rolled it into a scroll and put it into a crack in the Wall as a prayer and prayed with my hands on the Wall. I prayed for Papa George and Papa Sam and their health and faith in these hard times. I was humored about my prayer to Jesus here but burst out laughing when Ryan showed me his prayer, "Come Lord Jesus, Come." How many Jews are praying that? Hahaha. But really, there are tons of Christians who have visited the Wall. We also explored the inner parts of the Wall and saw Hassidic Jews praying fervently to God. Then we went stargazing on some roofs. After stargazing from some roofs, we split up and Ross, Rachel, Aubrey, and I went to Café Hillel and got some really good hot chocolate. Here, one has warm milk and melted chocolate at the bottom and you mix them together. It was a great night.
Thursday, February 23 Thursday was a hard day to wake up for Islamic Thought, but after class, I blew off some steam by taking a walk into the Old City. There, I was asked in Hebrew first and then in English how to get some where in the city and I directed the person. Man, am I good. I hoped to go to Dome of the Rock... it was closed again. So I stayed by the Western (Wailing) Wall. There were tons of Bar Mitzvahs going on and it was fun to watch the pomp and circumstance that went along with them. Lots of singing and dancing and candy throwing? I was happy to see a boy hoisted into the air while sitting on a chair. Women had to stand on chairs to peer over the sectionals that separate the guy side from the lady side of the wall in order to watch their children become a responsible Jew. There was a man praying at the Wall who was wearing a Jesus sweatshirt so I waited and tried to talk to him but Jose did not speak English. After I left, I wandered the city and took in shops, the colors of the merchandise (merchandising, merchandising, merchandising!), and the faces of the people. But I was saddened by seeing ten year olds, or younger, laying back on some steps smoking. Then I was interested in the guy I was following for a little stretch of street: a midget Jewish man who had a limp and huge beard and was sporting a sweet Hawaiian shirt. A stumbling Arab started to grumble as he passed the midget. When he was next to him, the Arab turned and spat, "You Curious George piece of s***! You and your b****** people will be massacred. There will be a slaughter and you s**** will be all killed!" There was plenty of mumblings going on in this speech and when the Arab man began, I reached the Jewish man's side and stood by him as kind of a back up, but I am sure the Arab was so drunk he couldn't have hit the broad side of a barn. After the Arab left, the Jewish man looked at me and said, "What was that about?" He said that the Arab knew where he lived but he, the Jew, didn't know who the Arab was but he was not scared. I respected him for that and introduced myself. Zusha was a florist who had regular customers whom he would deliver flowers from his little flower wagon to. He was great and when I said good bye, I asked how in Hebrew and he said, _____, which means "I will see you again," in Hebrew. What a cool guy. Before I left, he drew my attention to the influx of army men in the city. I had overlooked this before: army men were walking throughout the city in a greater number than I had ever seen here before and they were walking all throughout the parking lot Zusha and I were talking in. I also saw a cop with blue tear gas bullets on a chest strap which was super cool. I think this had to do with a Palestinian massacre years ago and the anniversary was Friday but I don't know where, when, or why. After dinner that night, a group of some people went out to club, because we wanted something fun to do. But as we walked to the place I had spotted the night before, we got hints it was not a club: 1. It was in a gated Jewish community; 2. It was supposedly on the top of the Jewish Pride Center; 3. No one was in the building. But we climbed the stairs and, on the third floor, there was a group of people so I walked into the group with Ryan next to me but the rest of the group got the hint and walked on. The group was dressed well and there was quite a spread of food there while the majority of the people were around a fancy dressed man and a woman... in a wedding dress. But I went up to the closest guy and started talking. Through my new Russian friend, who was okay that I was a wedding crasher, I learned Karen's name, the bride, and her author occupation and all about his Russian background. After awhile, the rest of the group came in and told me they were leaving, but I stayed (and so did Steve, probably to watch over me). I had a lemonade and talked with another Russian journalist and a Russian engineer who lived in California for a few years. They were so cool and the cameras, for some reason and which will be funny when the couple looks over this in the future, loved Steve and I. We left after I congratulated Karen and talked with her. We probably stayed for around an hour. Steve and I went walking and tried to find where some of our friends went, but were mostly moseying around. We did ask a competent and nice man for directions but were surprised when we saw a large pee stain on his pants. When you have to go, you have to go.
Friday, February 24 I slept in late, had lunch, and took a nap. Then I woke up after the nap and played Ultimate Frisbee (lost again: 0-3!). After that, we had Shabbat dinner and then Vespers where a masters student, who is in her late forties, talked on her life and how she went from poverty to wealth and is now investing that in learning how to empower children of war to overcome. After that powerful message, we watched Indiana Jones 2: Temple of Doom. Fortune and glory.
Saturday, February 25 For fun today, a group of us went back to Zedekiah's Cave (also known as Solomon's Quarries). I led a group of four into the belly of the cave and we climbed down into a place where we can go into different caves from one spot and I saw another person's light. I thought I heard Hebrew and we turned tail and run. We were spooked. Little did we know that it was another group of JUC people intending to scare us and that they did. Ross and I split off and we went to Shaaban's where he left a group he was talking to can came out to greet us and offer us tea. We declined but I changed money and bought a sling. Ross and I went back to the caves and met the group that was going to scare us in the cave. Rachel came with Ross and I and we went back into the cave and we climbed in a new way and were scurrying around for about thirty minutes. We sat in a larger cave and turned off our lights and just enjoyed the dark quiet. It was very fun but when we were leaving Loia, the guard, asked where we were and why he hadn't seen us on camera (we were in the fun part). I told him we were safe now and he laughed and we left. We got some falafel and Fanta and headed back to JUC where a group from Eastern Mennonite University had just arrived that morning. At dinner, I sat at with the Mennonites and talked and talked and then was able to talk with them more when I took them out to get ice cream. It was very fun talking with some new people. |