Here is the start of my daily log of my journeys , please note that I wrote these notes of my day persay when it was happening on a piece of paper. As right now is obviously not March 1st....
Day one March First March 1 2008
Today is March first a Saturday. I am at the airport right now waiting for breakfast. I don't know what the time is right now, but I do know that I got up at 3:00 this morning, left the house at 4:00 in a car that looked like a hearse. Hmmm I always thought that I could reserve riding in a hearse for when I was dead. Well, at least I have gained a new experience. On the way to Tel =Aviv Israel, we have to change planes several times. (well we stop to refuel any who) We go from sunny San Diego to Atlanta Georgia to Milan in Italy then to the final destination Tel Aviv Israel. The time is 5:36 AM When I finally get off the first plane it will be 3:30ish in the afternoon ( if I was reffering to SanDiego time zones) It will be a long droll day but I hope that I can pass the time through reading, writing, and most likely homework. Well, over and out I should probably go get ready to board the plane, in order to get to the gate in time. .......
A while later the same day... I think ( as switching time zones is discombobulating)
The plane from Georgia to Italy is colossal there are 6 seats in a row with space in between them and there are 3 different cabins each with aproximately15 seats each, there is a T.V. at each seat with lots of choices of television shows, movies, good music, and games. On each seat there is a bag with a toothbrush, toothpaste, lotion, headphones, and a sleeping mask. As of right now right now it feels as if riding in a hearse happened a millenium ago.Today has been a long and draining day even though it feels as if not much has happened. Lots has happened already and lots more will continue to happen. I am in the middle of the second flight or the longest one from Georgia to Italy.. well over and out
Today is March first a Saturday. I am at the airport right now waiting for breakfast. I don't know what the time is right now, but I do know that I got up at 3:00 this morning, left the house at 4:00 in a car that looked like a hearse. Hmmm I always thought that I could reserve riding in a hearse for when I was dead. Well, at least I have gained a new experience. On the way to Tel =Aviv Israel, we have to change planes several times. (well we stop to refuel any who) We go from sunny San Diego to Atlanta Georgia to Milan in Italy then to the final destination Tel Aviv Israel. The time is 5:36 AM When I finally get off the first plane it will be 3:30ish in the afternoon ( if I was reffering to SanDiego time zones) It will be a long droll day but I hope that I can pass the time through reading, writing, and most likely homework. Well, over and out I should probably go get ready to board the plane, in order to get to the gate in time. .......
A while later the same day... I think ( as switching time zones is discombobulating)
The plane from Georgia to Italy is colossal there are 6 seats in a row with space in between them and there are 3 different cabins each with aproximately15 seats each, there is a T.V. at each seat with lots of choices of television shows, movies, good music, and games. On each seat there is a bag with a toothbrush, toothpaste, lotion, headphones, and a sleeping mask. As of right now right now it feels as if riding in a hearse happened a millenium ago.Today has been a long and draining day even though it feels as if not much has happened. Lots has happened already and lots more will continue to happen. I am in the middle of the second flight or the longest one from Georgia to Italy.. well over and out
Day three March 3rd
To be honest I do not know how March second passed all I know is that today is allegedly March 3rd. Last night was the first time I had slept in an actual bed in 48 + hours. I will never again underestimate the value of sleeping in a bed, cause I can from personal experience tell you that the stone in the Italian airport is a very uncomfortable sleeping arangement, or that sleeping on a coffee table in Atlanta is also very uncomfortable even if my feet had a chair to rest on. ( don't ask) so I must assume that somehow that in passing time zones that Mrach Second slipped away. No Matter but today is March 3rd and I start my first day of pilgramige. Jaleh had mentioned that the breakfasts at the dan Gardens hotel in Hiafa were authentic and not american. Man was she right and it was goood. There was none of the scrambled eggs and sausage ordeal but instead there was lebni and vegtables in marinade and feta but if I were to mention everything it would take forever. Wow this is very different experience!!! Going through customs and pasport control was very frightening. so we are leaving the hotel room momentarily so farewell... hasta luego!!...
...... sometime later Now it is almost 1:30 and I have become a registered pilgrim or someone who travels to the holy land on a pilgramige. everyone at the pilgrim reception ceneter has been very nice and every one says Allahuapah which in arabic means God is most glorious it is a greeting. I have met several people though none of them are my own age. Even if I did not come to Israel to meet people and have friends it would be nice. We went to a local market to obtain some food and buy todays lunch, which conssted of Humus some cheese that resembled feta but didn't taste like it, and the best stinking pitas i have ever tasted. the pitas where thick and fresh and airy but hearty at the same time those pitas where phenomenal!! but enough about pitas, I should spend this time interacting.. So over and out (3:50)
....... again some time later
I saw the gardens and the shrines for the first time(from the outside) the beauty was not only in the ;landscaping and the architecture but in the awe and the love and understanding that tends to radiate from holy places. As I am writing this last bit I am sitting at a table at the Pilgrim Recception centere to find out what will happen next..
March 4th Today is or i should say today was as the day is now gone
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