Here are some photos of our “accomodations” at the Tel Aviv airport. Looks like Emerson is dreaming of being back in Cairo with the mummies!
This arrangement provided much more legroom than we had the night before- we had to sleep in a car in Jerusalem (long story.) The next day we found a public bathroom to freshen up in. You can see in some of the photos taken in Jerusalem and Bethlehem- we are looking worse than usual (didn’t know that was possible.) ha!
You can’t be a diva when it comes to getting sleep!
Was at the airport- excited about going to Rome
I took a picture of the departure monitor and started ‘people watching’ trying to guess which city they might be headed to. People watching is so fun, especially when they are traveling. I’ve seen some pretty gnarly spats between couples. Travel can really bring out some ugly behavior. I’ve also seen people push children, yell at ticketing agents and brazenly cut to the front of lines. On one plane, men stood up and laughed at female flight attendants telling them to sit down and put on their seat-belts. I won’t name the place we were (don’t want to offend)- where as soon as the plane touched down, everyone got up, grabbed their bags from the overhead areas while smacking some people in the heads, then started pushing and shoving to get to the front of the plane! It was worse than first graders waiting for the door to open for recess! Everyone joined in the madness so quickly- it’s like they were afraid they would be left behind alone on the plane or something. So weird, but I liked watching it. Some of the events we’ve witnessed are like big sociology experiments. Mob mentality is a freaky, scary thing!
Turkish coffee in Instanbul
We had a layover in Istanbul so we had to have authentic Turkish coffee. We had it in Egypt and the Middle East, as well. It kicks your butt- in a good way. The end is very thick and mud like and I always felt like I had to rinse my teeth after I drank it- but ‘ahhhhhhhh’ so worth it.
Leila Khaled

Leila Khaled became an icon of Palestinian resistance. She was also the first female hijacker. They never set out to hurt anyone- their main goal was to bring awareness to Palestine. In her words- “When we hijacked the planes the whole world wondered who we were. Regardless of what they thought about it, they wondered. But when we were tortured in lsraeli prisons, who heard our screams? We had to do what we did in order to get your attention.”
A famous image of her is a smiling beautiful young woman with a ring that she made from a bullet and a grenade pin casually holding an AK-47 rifle. Within a year, she underwent six cosmetic surgeries to distort her face so she wouldn’t be recognized during her second hijacking.
To this day she considers herself a freedom fighter who says she would die for the cause but she hopes that someday soon, “A democratic solution, a human solution” will be reached.
Palestine Graffiti- The West Bank
Whoa- there is such a stark contrast between Israel and Palestine. Palestine appears poor and third worldish, while Israel seems ultra modern and wealthy.
We drove through two of the refugee camps on the way to Bethlehem. What I loved most about the experience was the graffiti – it is fascinating. Some time last year after we had watched a few documentaries on different art forms- I asked Maddux what he wanted to be when he grew up and he replied “a graffiti artist.” This is certainly the place to go to gather inspiration! The art is beautiful and haunting- I loved how the graffiti (for the most part) was positive and hopeful. We could have spent a few hours there- it’s like a huge museum spread out on vast concrete canvases.
There is a more famous one that I got a quick picture of as we were driving by. It was done by an artist named Banksy and it is of a little girl patting down a soldier. Because of “security risks” it is extremely difficult for people from certain ethnic groups to travel in certain areas. We got through checkpoints relatively easily by showing our US passports. They obviously know we are tourists and aren’t going to stir up any problems in regions that are oftentimes portrayed as being extremely volatile. I don’t think many tourists roll through Palestine- but when we did, we didn’t feel threatened or scared in the least. It is one of my top five experiences of our adventure and I would encourage others to go there.
Palestine
I did not want to screw up this information, so I quoted from a global policy forum website:
“At the heart of the Israel/Palestine conflict lies the question of land and who rules it. The collision of Jewish nationalist colonisation and Palestian nationalism, both laying claim to the same territory, forms the basis of this long conflict, deepened by the tragedies of the Holocaust and of the dispossession and occupation of Palestine. The United Nations partition of the land in 1947, an effort to resolve the two claims simultaneously, did not result in a lasting settlement.
Since 2002, the Israeli government has been building a “security fence” that winds deep into Palestinian territory, claiming the barrier would keep Palestinian suicide bombers from striking Israeli citizens. But this separation wall is a major de facto annexation of Palestinian territories. By building the wall and increasing settlement expansion, Israel retains control over important Palestinian economic areas, agricultural grounds and natural resources like water. The International Court of Justice has ruled that Israel’s West Bank barrier violates international law, but the unequal struggle over the land of Palestine continues.”
The following pictures are taken inside the wall- people are trying to live as best they can inside the “refugee camps” that have turned into cities- but you can see they are very poor. The people seemed friendly. As I was taking photos – many smiled at me (which is much more than I can say about some of our previous stops.) Kids were on bikes, but very few people were on the streets.
A real life moment of frustration cuts trough a peaceful day in the holy land
We stopped to eat some pita and hummus on a cobblestone street in Jerusalem. We set out a sarong and made it like a nice little picnic. We were taking in the whole scene- there were people on once in a lifetime pilgrimages and there were others bartering with shopkeepers. All of a sudden, a boy on a bike whips around a corner and almost runs into a lady outside of a store in front of us. She screeches (extremely loud) “Jesus Christ, you Jackass!!!” I started laughing like crazy. I know I’ve been to that point on this trip- when reserves are low, and I’m hungry and tired, but I am proud to say that I haven’t lost it like that….at least not yet. There are crucifixes everywhere, people are praying, some are crying tears of joy because they’ve made it to this holy place, the spot where Jesus was crucified is, literally, 100 feet away and this woman just screamed at the top of her lungs “Jesus Christ!” I would not have been surprised if people’s ears started to bleed! I don’t know why, but I live for stuff like that- those awkward, weird, raw spurts of unedited emotion where everyone witnessing the exchange becomes part of the moment.
I also loved that she used the word ‘jackass.’ It is a word I don’t hear very often, but when it is well placed- it is pure comedy gold!


















