After leaving Yad Vashem, we went to the tunnels at the Western Wall. They were pretty amazing. There is so much history there and it is overwhelming but I will say to all of my friends who asked me to put in the prayers in to the cracks of the wall, I learned of the place which is the holiest of the holy. It is a place in the tunnels which is conjectured that the high priests stood during services. After placing the prayers in the cracks of the wall, I said my own prayers. It was a very special moment.
It was also quite interesting trying to push my mom in a wheelchair in the tunnels. It was quite narrow at tunnels andt their was a point where she got a little claustrophobic and I started to sing jerusalem of gold with her. After coming out of the tunnels, we walked through the arab market and Hughie went with us down one of the corridors to where we could see the dome of the rock. There is a lot of controversy surrounding the dome of the rock. Presently, Jews are not allowed to go near the dome of the rock. When we went there 14 years ago, we were able to go into the Dome of the Rock.
We then went to the western wall where everyone prays. That was pretty incredible and we stayed until dusk to see that are all lit up. It was magnificent.
Hughie drove mom home and I met my friends Paula and Azzy at this new shopping area which was gorgeous and where I bought some gifts. It was almost 9PM and I hadn't eaten since 1PM and I was craving either schwarm or falafel. Azzy said the best falafel and schwarma were at the gas stations. Lo and behold, he was right. We stopped at this place which was packed. We waited on line and the guy behind the counter cut up turkey schwarma which was on a skewer and offered everyone on line a taste of the turkey. Everyone stuck their fingers in and grabbed a piece. He then proceded to make my turkey schwarma with that turkey. I looked at Paula and said,'NOw that is real appetizing". And you know what, it was delicious!!!!!! Lilah tov.
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