I was feeling a bit better by Tuesday, when we were done with our work and could run around a little bit. Suzanne and I went down into the Old City and then met the others for lunch. We walked from the hotel through an area called Yemin Moshe. It was developed in the 1800's (new for Jerusalem!!) as the first suburb outside the city walls. From what I read, it seems to have gone the route of all suburbs in the US- it boomed, then sank into ghetto, then was 'gentrified' in the 1980's. Now, its extremely expensive- apparently alot of American Jews have property there and use it as a vacation home. Very picturesque.
We met the others for lunch and I managed a few bits of a Falafel and some Schwarma. Good stuf! Then, we shopped!! The stores are a mix of leather goods, olive wood carvings, ceramics, jewelry (Roman glass or Eliat, which is a greenish stone). There were some nice spice stores that also had olive oil and soaps. Some people say the demeanor of the shopkeepers varies from quarter to quarter (The Old City has 4 quarters- Muslim, Jewish, Armenian and Christian. We were allowed in all of them, but the Muslim quarter can get a little rough and there's not as many tourists there.) I didn't really see a difference. They are all very polite (a few helped us as we became hopelessly lost.) and very insistent that you at least come in and see their stuff. A couple seem to have caught on that Americans aren't used to that- they would let you come in on your own and just say quietly 'I will let you look...'. But it is pretty fun to shop there.
We went to visit the Church of the Holy Sepulcher. I'd been before, but I wanted to see if I could get some better photos. It wasn't very crowded, which is nice. For those that didn't hear my spiel the first time, the Holy Sepulcher is (it is believed) the final 3 (4?) stations of the cross are located- and where Christ's tomb is located. Golgatha is there- that is where the cross was built into the stone. You can get into the actual tomb through a 3' high opening you have to crawl through. Only 3 people can fit comfortably, so there's usually a guy at the door telling people to come out and let others in. Well, that guy was not there this time, and there were some very rude (Russian???) tourists who decided they would bully their way in to the front of the line. It's hard because you get pissed off, but then I realized where I was and I had to literally say to myself, 'Now, Erin....what would Jesus do?' Hahaha!!
The airport home was another fun adventure. I got stuck with a '5' sticker, again, which I knew meant that I'd get searched quite thoroughly. All my stuff unpacked, swabbed, packed again. Oy. I guess I should be relieved that they were that thorough, as it makes my flight safer. And they are really nice about it.
Anyway- good to be home! I'm now ready to rush myself into the Christmas spirit!! Merry Chrismtas to everyone!!!!