I arrived in Jerusalem on Friday afternoon just before the Sabbath. If security was tight in Tel Aviv, it is even more so here. I took the 480 bus from TA to Jerusalem, waiting in the long queue as several buses filled up before I got on. Apparently, only a few weeks ago there was no snaking queue to get on the bus. Just a free-for-all of people pushing their way on. I think I’d have walked before dealing with that! I arrived at the apartment I rented and I must say that while I’ve enjoyed renting apartments along the way, this one is by far the nicest. It’s like a little cave with all the stone and thick archways. It’s small, but so cozy.
I went to a market to get a few things before sundown and stayed in the apartment Friday night. The streets were quickly growing quiet in the area as much of the city shuts down. I have to say, there is a bit of envy about the weekly ritual of the sabbath. That people set aside everything, the stress of daily living, and join together with family is really a beautiful tradition (song cue?).
The Nomadic Writer 
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If I were a rich man.
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I love it!
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