Remembering

I keep catching myself thinking about Jerusalem these past couple days. Yesterday I walked into the Bosch Kitchen store, and it smelled just like the Old City. That's pretty much the smell you get any time you have that many competing spices in one place. I'm sure I smelled it before I went to Israel, but now that smell and that place are inseparably connected in my mind. It's the same thing when I cook falafel, which obviously has a lot of spices.

Today I walked to Curves, which is about the same distance as walking from the Jerusalem Center to the Old City. I wore my colorful Jerusalem bag because it's the only purse I have that is hands free - good for walking. I thought about all the times I walked down the Mount of Olives into the Kidron Valley and back up to Damascus Gate, and still wish I had made that walk more often while I was there. Yesterday someone mentioned eating Talapia, and of course I thought of my St. Peter's fish at Ein Gev. The other day the ladies at Curves were talking about eating "safe food" while traveling, and I told them all about my experience in Egypt. I often wear my "What the Tell" tshirt when I work out, and always light up when anyone asks me about it. As soon as Halloween is over, I'm going to bring out my Nativity. If I can wait that long. I'm always looking for an excuse to go back to Jerusalem, and to bring Stephen with me because I want him to have that experience too. And I want to take MORE pictures. Because pictures are never enough.