Well, I guess a perfect length of time for a dig for me would be 11 days. Today was the 12th day of digging, and I hit the wall. My legs hurt, my left foot hurts, and my right hand, fingers, wrist and arm hurt. I'm tired. Do I sound like I'm ready to come home?
Saturday was a big day of visiting the northern coast of Israel. We went to Akko, Haifa and Caesarea. Haifa was absolutely gorgeous. The Ba'hai Faith has their headquarters there and their gardens surrounding their temple are beautiful. One can't describe them...they must be seen. I'll have to upload photos later, my photoshop program is not cooperating.
We saw Crusader ruins in Akko and Caesarea besides Herod's big temple ruins and amphitheatre as well as another theatre in which they still perform. We stood in the ruins of the place where Paul was on trial. If that doesn't give you chillbumps I don't know what will!
On Sunday I did two things that I swore to everyone I wouldn't do. I went out on my own into Jerusalem, for one. I visited the Yad Vashem Museum, or the Holocaust Museum. It is an unbelievable complex. More time was needed, but it was a great tribute and reminder of that terrible atrocity. Many times one is moved to tears.
The second thing I did that I said I wouldn't do, is to cross the "line" and I went into Bethlehem with a small group to go to worship. We went to a Baptist Church. Although going through the checkpoint was easy for us, it was very eerie because of the military feel of it all, and I was quite uncomfortable, until we got to the church. Then, I felt at home. Though they spoke and sang in Arabic, the Holy Spirit was very present and I must say I really enjoyed myself. Getting back into the Israel side was as easy as getting over to Bethlehem, but I must say I was glad to be back. I don't know if I can ever sing "O Little Town of Bethlehem" again. It's innocence, that we usually feel when we sing that song, is pretty much destroyed, in my mind.
Today I sat in on the pottery "reading" session. Very interesting. I am beginning to be able to tell what certain pieces are, just from the pieces we collect, and am beginning to know what time period they come from. The education I'm getting in archeology is great, but really only good for over here! As the experts got more and more tired, they kept slipping out of English, and speaking Hebrew. Therefore, I didn't get as much info as the evening wore on. They also served some 'coffee' which was the strongest and strangest tasting stuff I've ever had. It was served in a very small glass, and I had to sip it. Very sweet too.
The last two days have proved pretty unproductive for our area. Everytime the Director comes by he tells us to dig deeper and faster. I'm getting tired of both! But, as they always say, "Dig deeper, and we shall see!"
Last night we visited the site of the Church of the Katisma. Katisma is a Greek word for 'sitting.' It is the legendary site of Mary sitting on her way to Bethlehem to give birth to Jesus. It was remarkable. Probably the best site of ruins I've seen so far, because of the story behind the church, etc. The stone has been moved to the Church of the Holy Seplechure (spelling?) in the Old City. There is also a current legend about the stone -- that if you want to have a baby, just go and rub the stone. Two years ago one of the team members did so, and last year she had a baby! So, I stayed as far away from the stone as I could! So did many others!
Well, dinner is calling, so I'd better sign off for now. I'm looking forward to coming home and sharing more stories and hundreds of boring photos (and a few very interesting ones).
Blessings to all.
Debbie