Well darn it, my body clock hasn’t adjusted to the ten hour time difference, so here I am wide awake at 4 a.m. It must be time to add to the blog! Visiting the Western Wall aka the wailing wall was one of the highlights of our first day in Jerusalem. It was inspiring and touching to see people of so many faiths praying shoulder to shoulder in accordance with their beliefs. Praying at the wall is segregated by gender. The men go to the large sunny area on the left. Women have access to the much smaller area on the right that was in the afternoon shade during our visit. The guys put on the required head covering before approaching the wall. Here are Scott, John and Pat at the wall. Tradition holds that you write your prayers on a small scrap of paper and tuck it into a crevice on the wall. I must say every crack is well chinked! Teresa cleansed her hands in preparation for her prayers at the wall. You are supposed to face the wall and back away after you pray...
It’s very awe inspiring to see the pyramids in person, even though you share the experience with hundreds of other tourists. We started the day at the Saqqara necropolis. The walk through hieroglyph covered burial chambers made Teresa and Scott jump for joy in front of the Step Pyramid. Pat and I remained a bit more grounded while John babysat the “lollipop while our guide ran errands. The next stop was the Great Pyramid of Giza. We opted to take the low-ceilinged uphill trek to the center of the pyramid to see the burial chamber of King Khufu. It was hot and I’m going to have a few sore muscles, but it was well worth the hike. We are all smiling about our pyramid day and it’s not even lunchtime. Also out of time and Wi-Fi, so these pictures count as 1000 words and I’ll continue later.
When brother-in-law Scott first proposed a Nile River cruise two years ago, his reasoning was basically, “You can’t travel or spend money if you’re dead and we are not dead yet!” We couldn’t argue with his statement, so the Not Dead Yet tour became a real thing. It was raining hard when we reached the Dead Sea, but by the time we got settled into our rooms and had a glass of wine the skies were clearing, so we jumped into our swimsuits and hiked down to the shore. It’s true that the high salt content of the Dead Sea makes one extremely buoyant. I laid back into a deadman’s float and closed my eyes to savor the moment. I didn’t notice that I was floating away with the current. Fortunately, the lifeguard towed me back to safety. The next step is coating yourself with Dead Sea mud mixed with Dead Sea salt. Highly recommended! Full body mud masks.! After rinsing off the goo, we hiked back up to the motel. Teresa found the sign documenting the low elevati...
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