Entry into Jerusalem

As we walked out from Hotel Ramat on the Galilee to board the bus south for Jerusalem, I snapped a picture of a “parking lot” just outside the door.

Families evacuated from Kiryat Shmona in the North are staying here. We saw many older ladies occupied with needlework, filling in artsy coloring books, etc., to pass the time. The littlest kids here spend a lot of time driving. See their parking lot. 

Entry into Jerusalem

So many of our group are first timers! And I must say this is a marvelous group. Originally planned as a Hanukkah Tour, which would also be the first tour to see Migdal Arbel literally coming up out of the ground, we allowed for 90 to participate. Almost every place was taken. And then the war broke out. I know we have 63 (not sure if that is counting me), and they are very special. Not at all afraid. So driving into Jerusalem was, as always, soul-stirring for them.

Max and I took a taxi to the hotel to arrive at two o’clock to get ready. The buses went to a new restaurant on Mount Scopus for lunch. Shelli said I need to get back there, for from its glass walls you are literally sitting over a breath-taking view of The Temple Mount.
They made it back to the hotel just in time for the morning call, which happened at 8 p.m. here. And my what a stirring call it was. Hearing it from Jerusalem was especially stunning.