Dead Sea II

Dead Sea II

Something is funny about WordPress.  If I add too many photos it crashes on me.  So, here’s the Dead Sea II, as in Part II.

When I last left you we were at the Baptismal Site of Jesus.  Well, here I am at the site.

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Me at the Baptism Site of Jesus Christ

John wanted to put his feet in the water.  While I’m perfectly content to keep my feet dry, I have no problem photographing those who want to get wet.

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John Getting His Feet Wet
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Self-Baptism

Across the river is the Country of Jordan.  Many visitors come to that side too.  I found it interesting how two years ago, Google Maps would take you to either side.  Now, it acts as though the Israli side doesn’t exist.  Hmmm… I smell politics at Google.

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Looking at Jordan (the Country)

We chatted with two IDF soldiers.   They were friendly and nice.  U.S. relations with Israel are at a peak right now.

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Two IDF Soldiers Pose for a Photo
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Getting Ready for Baptism

Masada

Masada is our next destination.  It is an amazing place to visit.  It gives insight to Herod.  Herod is the man who ordered all baby boys killed in an attempt to kill the Promised Messiah.  Well, we know how that turned out, and we also know how things turned out at Masada.

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View from the Top

I rode the tram to the top with Linda and Becca.  In the pictures you can see a square below.  That’s one of the Roman encampments.

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John and Matt Just Little Specs

In the above picture, there is a hairpin turn.  Those two dark specs on the trail are John and Matt.

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John and Matt on the Trail part 2

Now they are quite a bit closer.

How Low Can You Go

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Tres Amigos

I love this spot.  The lowest place on earth.  It’s something to say you’ve been there, and you’d go back if you need to.

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The Dead Sea

We watched the sun go down and it was a beautiful sunset.

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Sunset at the Dead Sea

When we got back to Jerusalem we found a shawarma shop.  I decided to try falafel again.  This time it wasn’t as bad as the first time.  Becca convinced me when she said how much she loves the stuff.

Verdict – it was better this time, but not something I’m wild about.

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Shawarma in the Yahuda District

Feels Weird

Feels Weird

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)

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Masada

Here is what it may have looked like at the Meridian of Time…

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Masada

After a long day, I stopped at neighborhood bakery for some baklava .  The Jews do baklava right; the Greeks have nothing on them.

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Baklava

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.

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The Branson Family

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.