A casual day running an errand and exploring the downtown triangle of Jerusalem leads to musings on Israel.
I was trundling along a street in Jerusalem, dripping with sweat from the fierce Israel sun. Gross. It was a rough neighborhood, no charm here. Lots of garages and other things like garages… light industry kind of stuff but all old and grungy. I was looking for an art gallery I noticed on google maps and as with almost all grass-roots galleries, it would be in gungville for the low rents.
It’s evening and I am sitting in a ground floor apartment listening to the muezzin singing the evening call to pray over the loud speaker. I am so thankful that he has a most splendid voice.
Thought I’d share some of the up coming madness that will be my life for the next few months.
In spite of illness and injury it was such a great week at the Elephant Freedom Project! I now have a new family who stole my heart and an elephant who thinks she is a Queen!