Navigating this blog gets difficult because everything is in Hebrew. But don't cry for me, I'll manage.
So, I need some feeback from the viewers now. I don't know what I should call this place I came to in writing. I do not want to call it Palestine or Israel because those are politically charged names, and just using them can indicate a political/religious preference, which I do not currently have. I was thinking I should call it the holy land to keep it neutral, but a great many do not think the land is holy, and I do not want to offend them, especially if "them" is one of you. I could call it The Levant, which is what the French used to call it. I think I'll use "holy land." If that bothers any of you, message me on facebook or send me an email.
It's an incredible thing to look out the window in the morning and see the Temple Mount/Dome of the Rock/all of it's other names, the place where many believe Abraham almost sacrificed his son (which one is greatly debated in this city) and Mohammed visited the seven heavens. It is perhaps the most wanted plot of land in the entire world, where different major religions have prophecies regarding temples and the coming or return of a Messiah or other such things, and it is a few hundred yards away from where I sleep. I can see it out the window from this very room in as I type this message.
The Mount of Olives is rather unimpressive in size. It looks like one of the foothills of Mount Diablo, and one of the smallish ones at that. The valley of Kidron as well is not much of a valley, as well. But their significance in the world's history and the lives of many is vast. A little bump and dip that people love and fight over and covet and try to set foot on, if just once.
Rats. There is so much more to say, but alas, it is dinner time, and I have certain priorities, haha. Have a great day :)