What an incredibly complex and advanced place Masada must have been, and how bleak a spot for a siege! The views were unbelievable and the history stunning.
Then there was the 30 minute ride back to Quimran so we could eat--a buffet-- and shop in the company store.
But then we went to a "private" beach, belonging, I assume to the combined large tour companies and experienced the Dead Sea. That was amazing! I felt as though I had been to a spa, complete w/ microdermabrasion and mud wrap. It was a completely strange experience floating, almost against your will.
Tonight will probably be my last blog until I get home, since we're planning to dash into the Old City one more time on our own as a small group from Cape, dash back in time to meet our bus for Communion in the Garden Tomb, a group picture, a sunny day picture from the Mount of Olives, and something else, but I've forgotten what it was. We return for a quick bite to eat, and, hopefully, a chance to change clothes (even though our big suitcases will be on the bus by 7am), and loading by 8p for the hour trip to the airport and the 10 hour trip home.
What an experience this has been. I hoped for a spiritual renewal and my prayer was granted. It's so wonderful to again regail those poor listeners around me with unsolicited outbursts of song! But I'm tired...and homesick...and missing my sweet husband. Even so, I'll carry the sights and sounds of this magnificant land with me for many, many years.
I understand now why so many keep coming back over and over (even though I honestly think once is enough for me.) There is truly something holy about this land that the Lord promised to His people.
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