Jerusalem, if I forge... Actually, we should all realize by now that I will Never (Not Go Back) forget my time in the Holy Land. Three months have already blown past since we returned from Jerusalem. This shall be my last post describing my adventures there. We were told that we visited more places than most of the locals themselves! Here you will see a bit of everything: the field trips, the Old City, the food, the fun, and probably yourself. You see, it is not WHAT we remember, but HOW we remember it. Pictures sure do help though. I went to Jerusalem not really looking for anything, but I found much, much more than I could have dreamed. I crave the sounds and the smells of the amazing world. Even though I could go back to the place, it would not be the same as those incredible four months. Cherish every day like it is the last one because momentarily it IS the last one. I cherish and love the memories and friends that I have made there. This is to you...
The Beginning of the End
The view from the auditorium where we had church, concerts, and other gatherings
It did get quite warm eventually.
The ladies of JC...and Courtney
Arabian Culture Night
The Passover/Seder Meal
Our ever-efficient chefs
A shout-out to Ayman Jebara
Weekly singing at the Garden Tomb
The Jewish Qaurter
Ancient gates through which Jesus would have entered the city
The pinnacle of the Temple
At the Western Wall
Easter Sunday "Sonrise" Service
The Dome of the Rock
An ancient ramp used to breach the awesome fortress at Masada
Never a quiet moment
The Dead Sea
Contrary to common knowledge there is more to this peculiar place than meets the eye. In fact, it meets all six senses and then some! "Brimstone and fire"
Do your homework.
Last Trio Day
Even Finns make the long trip from their frozen lands.
Getting work done
Girls are best friends
Church of the Holy Sepulcher
Shawarma is the new Falafel
Our security...on break
Last day, and the heavens were bereaved.
One last game with Joe
So there you go. We came, we Nebuchadnezzared, we left. Though we were low in spirits we were high in hopes. After four months and three seasons in the Middle East, we were weathered and ready to take on life - one YOLO day at a time. After all we did know that it was going to end eventually. There is a new chamber, I dare say, in all of out hearts for pita bread... Perhaps I should say stomachs. It is an amazing thing to know that although with each person the world grows smaller, with each new experience it can grown much bigger. Long live BYU Jerusalem Center Winter Study Abroad Twenny-Tuelve!