Driving to and from Jaresh reminded me so much of Italy. Many nurseries were along the roadside as were pottery places that sold large pots and decorations for patios. The nurseries had spiral evergreens and short palm trees among other varieties i didn't recognize. I didn't see lawns as we know them but the large homes we could see from a distance seemed to have walled patios with potted trees and shrubs around the edges.
More later tonight on Jaresh. I have dinner downstairs and then Marty is taking those of us who want to go to a home church meeting of local Christians. I am wondering how many women will be there...so far the only women I have noticed today were in our group and another group from Spain that joined us in the Jaresh ruins for lunch.
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Stephoni,
ReplyDeleteI woke up this morning praying for you and the rest of the group. I will look forward to re-living our trip as I follow you through your blog.
In terms of unexpected feelings, after a few days of feeling touristy and taking lots of pictures, as we began to visit some of the more holy sites, I began to feel like my picture taking was almost voyeuristic. Several times, I had to make the decision as to whether I was a non-picture-taking worshiper or a picture-taking tourist. I found that I could not do both at the same time.
I have felt that way in churches I've visited; especially when I attend a worship service. I remember getting very inwardly angry at tourists from an eastern culture who posed and laughed in front of the Pieta at St. Peter's, as if it were just some carnival site. I've learned that the pictures and memories in my mind are powerful, and I rarely look at pictures very much after the first time following a trip.
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