|"This is the fertility sculpture of the Ndebele tribe! Does that mean anything to you?"|
|Arab Culture Night!|
|Ugh, I'm dying. Giant problems.|
|Feeling right at home with all the greenery|
Sunday, I walked around my hometown. Is it weird that I already feel at home in the Old City? Only a few things are different from Provo. Here, men offer me a million camels and everyone you go it's "a special price for you." It's also a little less clean here. Trashcans are sooo 20th century. And, Provo doesn't sell baklava on every street corner- in my dreams, maybe.
First, we visited the pools of Bethesda. Disabled people in Christ's time used to gather around the pools and touch the water where they saw a ripple occur. Supposedly, one could be healed by touching the pools at the right time. At one point I got separated from the group and it was glorious. Sweet, sweet freedom. I'm rarely alone here- I love people but I just love some more than others, you know? Then, came one of the greatest moments of my trip. We played soccer with young Palestinian children. The best part was that they were all around my skill level (a.k.a. able to run without tripping and dance like nobody's watching and sing like nobody's listening. but not that last one- tone deafness is real, people!) We played for around 45 minutes and beat them to the ground. No mercy for 10-yr-old boys that were not the best at soccer. We were given (because the other team didn't want them) two twin boys, Ahmed and Muhammad, to complete our team. They were adorable. But before our next game, I need to do some research. I'll figure out how to say things like "Good game" and "Shoot it" and "Crush him like a walnut, Muhammad!"
|Who is that girl I see, starting straight back at me??|
So, there I was, exhausted from sleep deprivation and freezing to death even though there were Israeli soliders a few hundred meters away (yeah, you KNOW I was in bad shape when even they couldn't warm my soul). Skylar & Lizzi somehow convinced me to go into one last exhibit in the tower before we headed back. I dragged my feet through the door, and then I saw it... AN OLD-FASHIONED PHOTO CORNER! And, I'm pretty sure it was designed with me in mind. My favorite pasttime is dressing up weirdly and editing my pictures so they're sepia. Doesn't matter if you're holding a cell phone or wearing pants as a woman, when you make a picture sepia it means it's old. I
|All credit goes to Skylar- I'm not artsy at all|
On Monday, we went to the City of David. There's a lot of history there. But, just to name a few things- David saw Bathsheba bathing there and Nephi went there to slay Laban. Our main focus of the trip was walking through Hezekiah's tunnel. Most of the time, the water stayed around our ankles. At the beginning and end of the tunnel, it was around mid-thigh. I wore shorts and temporarily blinded everyone with my pasty pale legs. Nothing like a farmer's tan to make you feel pretty and happy and gay. Unfortunately, I don't have any pictures from the tunnel because I didn't want to risk getting my camera wet. You'll have to imagine it the best you can from my description. The tunnel is about 23-26 inches wide and less than 6 ft tall for most of the 500 meters. I would not recommedn having a dance party when there are only a few inches between your head and a rock ceiling. Actually, it was totally worth it. What's a dance party without seeing stars and almost blacking out?
|After Hezekiah's Tunnel (a stolen pic)|
(Until we meet again)