Some Days Are Diamonds
Some days are rocks
Everywhere you look in Jerusalem, there are walls. Literal walls. Walls to keep people in; walls to keep people out. Big walls, little walls. Walls built by Canaanites, David, Solomon, Hezekiah, Nehamiah, the Hasmoneans, King Herod, and Suleiman. Some walls were built fresh, some on top of old walls in the same place that had been destroyed. Sometimes you go under; sometimes you over; sometimes right through it. They are still finding new walls. Some walls even have different names depending who is referring to them. All these walls are amazing for their feats of engineering, considering the absence of cranes and modern building techniques.
I appreciated seeing and learning about all these walls. Except one. And that is the wall of sleep deprivation and exhaustion the SLF and I hit squarely in the face and head Saturday morning. Maybe it was the rain, the first time we didn’t have absolutely beautiful, picturesque weather. Maybe it was the meals, as our diverse diet of shawarma, falafel, ice cream and crepes was doing us no favors by that point. But boy oh boy, by 10:30am, as we were slipping, sliding and waddling down to the Western Wall, we were not where we needed to be energy and positivity wise. Without getting into the nitty details, someone in our group of two was not happy and marched very far away from the other person in the group of two. Tears may have been shed — it’s hard to see from that distance. TBC.