I can’t believe I am in Jerusalem, the holiest city on earth! For the past couple of weeks, I have been reading a lot to orient myself but it would take years to understand the very complex history of Jerusalem. Just consider a very few of the things that happened (or allegedly happened, you decide) in Jerusalem’s Old City, which you can walk across in fifteen minutes:
- Jesus was tried, convicted, crucified and rose from the dead
- God created the universe
- Mohammed ascended to heaven
- Abraham almost sacrificed his son Isaac
- King David was buried
- Solomon placed the Ark of the Covenant in the Temple
Yesterday, I started my stay with a beginner’s walking tour, thinking it is probably the only way to get oriented in a short time. The tour guide was very knowledgeable but skipped over some key milestones. If you only consider the facts no one disputes, it is hard to justify how the Israeli government has treated the Palestinian community here. But I will stop there….
Today, I went to the Armenian Quarter, which has been here for about 1600 years. Currently, it is a tiny community of about 1500, mostly men and women getting religious training in the convent and the seminary. I stopped by one of the few Armenian shops and talked to my new friend Haroud about what to see. He quizzed me on my knowledge of Armenian and I recited the only six words I know — and he told me that “Hosso” is not an Armenian word (Dawn, Kathy, Laura help me out here!) Then I went to Armenian church services, which always begin with the sound of banging on wood because in a past era, the Muslims would not allow the Armenians to announce their religious enthusiasm with bells. I lit a candle for my lost Armenian family and thought about how my dad would have loved Jerusalem.
Then I went to the big public market which was jam packed with people buying stuff for Shabbat dinner.
I think I am going to have to change some of my travel strategies because I am having a hard time connecting with fellow travelers and I am starting to get a little lonely. I met one woman from New Zealand who is traveling around the world and we had fun talking about Thailand and natural dying processes. But then she decided we were over billed for lunch and ran into the souk with what she thought we shouldn’t have to pay, yelling “I’ll give you back your share, come on!” Any *mature* woman who takes off on her own for months at a time is going to be a little weird — I just need to find someone who is my kind of weird.
The sun is going down and I can hear the shofur and the call to prayer. What an amazing City.
Wonderful photos Kim full of life and color! And your descriptions are also vivid.
Feeling lonely is part of the package you signed up for and I, for one, don’t think you should fight it, but rather relax into it and let the experience envelope and then pass through you.
Is that New Age-y enough for you?
Alternatively, you could book a flight, come back home and be here tomorrow night for dinner with Gabe and me. You are missed!
Thank you for your usual wisdom.
Could you have gone in the Muslim
Temple? Remember you have your friends
following your travels. No need to feel lonely.
Hi Stan, non-Muslims cannot go into that temple. Thanks for the encouragement!
Kim — A friend passed your wonderful blog on to me. You’re letting us all travel with you vicariously … and what a treat it is. Thank you! Jean
Hi Jean, thank you!
Nice to hear from you.
What an amazing city…what an amazing woman! Lonely is one thing – afraid is another. I’m so happy that you’re only lonely! Love you….”wish I were there”.
What gorgeous photos, Kim, so colorful and historic and all the food looks and sounds delicious! Liz showed me the cookbook by an Israeli chef in London, Ottolenghi, and I have it now from the library. I’m trying to cook from it, but everything is so labor-intensive. You are lucky to be there!
To the Armenian guy: did you say, Sacho, Ashek, Tavli? So happy for you and I hope you play Tavli with someone there, not backgammon, but Tavli. Excuse spelling of these Armenian staples since I only know the sound of Them…and it bet “hosso” will ring real true while you play! Xo
Wow your pictures are amazing! I spent the summer in Israel many moons ago and your pics brought it right back. You should write a travel book when you get home. That woman is a tool.
Forgot to asked, why separate service for men and women at the Western Wall? Is there just one God? Does not seem right.
So happy that you made it to Israel and that you are enjoying it. Like Leslie, I was there many moons ago. Hopefully you’ve tried more than just felafel. The cuisine has changed greatly since I was there. Ottolenghi is a well known Israeli chef. Also, the shofar (ram’s horn) is blown for Jewish holidays (Yom Kippur, etc.) and not as a call to prayer. You meant that to be 2 separate things I think. Hope you get to see more of Israel..I’m not caught up on your entries. All the best.
Hi Maureen. I wish I had found Ottolenghi — I never thought I would get sick of falafels! I finally did find a place that made awesome shakshuka. Sorry my comment was confusing on the shofur. It is sounded in the Old City to mark the beginning of Shabbat and coincidentally it was going at the same time as the call to prayer from the mosque.
Kim we are all with you but I know what you mean, meal times are the most difficult. I wonder what the strategy should be to overcome that? Maybe a couple would be more rational and open to someone else to talk to? Especially to someone as interesting and congenial as yourself!
Do you have any recommendations for historical fiction taking place in Israel. Pure history tends to be a little too dry for me, but I’d like to educate myself on the culture and conflict to a degree. Thx Beth
Amos Oz! https://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/1366/amos-oz-the-art-of-fiction-no-148-amos-oz
Also Lemon Tree https://www.publishersweekly.com/978-1-56511-988-8
Here’s a list I found…