It feels weird having Sunday as a play day and having gone to church on Saturday. But, that’s the way they do it here in Israel. We went to church yesterday at the Brigham Young University Jerusalem Center, and today we’re out touring and shopping.
We joined up with the Brandson’s and went to Masada. It’s a fortress King Herod built atop a plateau South East of Jerusalem. Then, the Romans came and attacked by building a HUGE earth ramp to the top. (as seen below)
Here is what it may have looked like at the Meridian of Time…
After a long day, I stopped at neighborhood bakery for some baklava . The Jews do baklava right; the Greeks have nothing on them.
On the way to Masada I sat in the back seat with Fred Brandson. It turns out he works for AT&T. What a small world. Imagine coming halfway across the world and running into a guy from Antioch Stake who works for AT&T. I started asking questions like, “Do you know the Koberstiens?”, “The Mahaffees?” “The Westovers?” and so forth. It turns out we have lost of mutual friends.
After a while of Fred Branson and I talking Adam turned around and said, “Will you two knock it off!”
We all laughed about being 1/2 way around the world and running into someone with so much in common.
After returning to Jerusalem we changed clothes and headed back to the BYU Jerusalem Center for a concert. It was a wonderful concert consisting of a couple of violinist, an opera singer, a pianist and cellist. They were from New Jersey and we got to talk to the performers after the performance.
It was there I thanked an Elder Jones for getting us tickets. I told him if he was ever in Palmyra he should look us up. He said he’s been to Palmyra twice, and then told him his brother and sister-in-law served a mission here. I asked their names and he said, “Carl and Ramona Jones.”
WELL, SON OF A GUN! Carl and Ramona lived with us when they were here. This is getting too weird running in to people with connections like this.
I also met a lady named Carol here. She’s a psychologist from Lebanon, but is now a U.S. citizen living in the L.A. area. As we returned to the hostel she was in the dining room looking at photos on her laptop. I asked if she took them, and she had. We had a wonderful discussion about photography.