in some ways it seems like my trip was filled with a bunch of random experiences that were tied together only by the fact that i happened to be experiencing them all. it seemed like every couple of days i was in a new place with new people and i was moving at a crazy fast pace so i could hardly keep up with myself. yet there were these moments, someone where, something there, that stand out in my mind as the formative memories of the trip.

tel-arad on the hill in the background
i had the chance to briefly visit my favorite historical place in israel, arad. if you look a little bit into the history and archaeology of the site, you will find that what has been discovered there makes it one of the most (if not the most) significant site for the development and understanding of ancient israelite religion. the first time i visited there i was completely fascinated and just loved it, so i was so excited to go back and to meet some people who live in the city. so we met E. what was so fun about meeting him was that he did his phd in the same thing that i’m currently doing mine so when we walked into his house i was like, oh, look i have those books, and those books and those books…….we had so much in common, including our love for the middle east and our love for the ancient languages of the region – a rare and well, let’s just say it, borderline insane combination. i met him and felt like, wow, there is someone else in the world like me – that is so cool and so, so scary!! he told some fun stories about his experiences that i’d love to tell in a more private setting than my blog, but hanging out with him for just a short time was one of those moments that felt like a “click” in my brain. and we didn’t actually make to the top of tel arad because of the limited time of our visit (i was sad about that) but yet the time there was totally worth it.

visiting the dome of the rock
in jerusalem we visited the dome of the rock mosque. the dome of the rock was completed in 691 and it is the oldest islamic structure in the world – wow! it is considered the third holiest site in islam (after mecca and medina). it is so revered because of the rock in the middle of the mosque where it is believed that muhammad ascended to heaven. the first time i visited i was allowed to go inside and it is absolutely amazing but several years ago both the dome of the rock and al-aqsa mosque were closed to non-muslims. it is very sad because they are breathtaking inside and out. but we visited the site of the mosques and were able to take pictures outside during the brief non-muslim visiting hours and even during that time i was struck not just by the beauty of the mosque but by the holiness of it. even though i am not muslim, if you know me, you know i believe in god and am doing my best of follow him. and i found that god was unmistakable in this place. maybe some people can go there are be amazed only by the architecture and gold but i couldn’t help but sense something much bigger right in the beauty of the place. really an unforgettable moment.
i think i pointed out before that some times during the trip were a bit tense because of the intifadah. one of the places i really enjoy visiting in jerusalem is the muslim quarter, it is one of my favorite parts of the old city. so i was walking around the outside of the city wall with two of my friends and we noticed a huge (!) crowd outside damascus gate and we wondered, should we just go away given the tensions or should we check it out. well, if you know me, the answer is obviously check it out!! so we wandered over and it was a protest – a women’s protest. how unusual in place like this to see a women’s protest. and of course it was a protest on behalf of the women and children being killed in gaza. they were singing, chanting, holding up dolls and posters and being interviewed by lots of media officials. it was so striking and shocking and amazing. the gate area was heavily guarded by the israeli police so we just took a seat off to the side and N took some very discrete pictures so as not to draw attention to us and we observed the rare scene. i felt like it was an honor to observe the womens’ outcry on behalf of those who could not cry out for themselves and even to silently stand in solidarity with the women and children of gaza. it was an overwhelmingly emotional scene for me.
the little things that meant the most keep rushing back to me. i think of some more and write about them later.




when my brother and i went in to buy the tickets one of the drivers said that the cows were getting a little close to the path that the sleigh takes. i said (out loud), there are cows? everyone behind the counter looked at me like i had three heads. then they quickly realized that i was not from around here (and apparently stupid) and said (very condescendingly), the females are called cows and the males are called bulls. oh right, everyone knows that! not those kind of cows, but cows. well, the path that the sleight takes does not go near the cows, it only goes near the elk because they are the ones with the big antlers and apparently everyone wants to see those, plus the baby ones are with the mamas and they don’t like company because they are still skitish.
anyway, the elk have just started migrating to the reserve for the winter. but in late january or early february there will be thousands of them. the sleigh pulls up about 20 feet away from them and they have been doing this for so long that the elk are not the least bit frightened of the sleigh. it was actually kind of cool. then we drove around to the other side of jackson to look at a flock of big horned sheep that have also migrated to the reserve. they are a lot more skitish, but still pretty cool. all in all, another very interesting adventure.