Entering the Damascus Gate
Jerusalem at dawn over the Orthodox Cemetery on the Mount of Olives. The Temple Mount and Dome of the Rock are front and center.
In the Dead Sea, just next to En Gedi. It was like wading in salad dressing. In other news. My pictures from Israel/Jordan might be suitably subtitled: ‘How to wear Chambray in the Desert.’
Picnic? This is actually real unlike lots of silly fake pix on Tumblr. Found it when wandering around the area between the Siq and the place of sacrafice.
So I already had the best birthday present ever as a fortuitious coincidence of me getting bumped this summer and dad having a sabbatical in Israel this fall allowed me to visit him for a week in which we say and did about as much as anyone could do in a week in geopolitical uncertainties made travel esp. exciting. Dad is the best travel companion one could ask for b/c he is up for just about anything, even if it involves driving to Petra and making it up as we go along. Which made the whole thing more fun. And, as we are just cruising through the desert he will just point at a random hill and then proceed to explain its entire archaeological significance. Anyhow, before I get into the meat of the pix from the trip I should salute the person who made the whole thing possible! Thanks dad!
One of the great things about travelling with Dad (check his blog for all things Biblical or Archaelogical) or my sister (She reports on all things beautiful) is that I actually appear in pictures as they are both far superior photogs than I. In this I am considering Israel’s ‘Grand Canyon,’ the Machtesh Ramon. It is a crater that was formed when volcanic pressure caused the bed rock to buckle upwards till it cracked then the space between the cracks eroded away. Coming from the South across the Negev (via the Wilderness of Paran for the OT geeks) you are gradually eased into as the prevailing winds have worn down the S. Rim to a greater degree. I, however, am standing on the North Rim. Coming from Beer Sheva the whole thing is simply preposterous. One moment you are just noodling across the desert the next moment the desert is 3000 feet below you.
Sorry for the lack of updates. Between visiting my father in Israel and getting buried under work at UVA there has been little time for all of this. I will (slowly) try to get pix up from travels and boring reflections as well. For now, enjoy this: dad and I at The Treasury in Petra. Yes. The location of the Holy Grail in Last Crusade. Yes. He is a biblical scholar/archaeologist and I am a gadabout medievalist. So basically Harrison Ford and Sean Connery. Yes. We quoted Indy profusely. Yes. It was awesome.
I now miss Europe again. Talking to people traveling reminds me of all the places I love
London. Tiroler Hut. April 2011…and tonight. A hidden gem near Bayswater. Londoners check it out. But watch out. They serve by the litre. And they will make you play cowbells. And sing. And it is awesome. You will not regret your time there.
Free beer alert- The Hospital of St. Cross in Winchester has been dispensing The Wayfarer’s Dole gratis since 1136. I love my work, it takes me to such interesting places, on Wednesday I spent the day in Winchester. Ostensibly I was there to analyze a manuscript at Winchester College- which I did do- but I made sure I got up early enough to have time to nose around before my appointment at the Archives.
So. My sister- whose manifold virtues and sheer brilliance I have extolled several times- is the most Parisian American I’ve ever met- or heard of. All here Paris friends are lifelong, born and bred, Parisians. She lived there off and on prior to moving to DC, etc. etc. Anyhow, by popular request on her blog (which is brilliant, btw) she posted a list of things to see/do/sit/eat.
I love DC. Luckily with a sister and brother in law to be living in DC, as well as many more friends in the area, I find excuses to visit frequently. Here is a sampling of DC’s delights from a recent Monday
10am- Meet a friend from Wadham @ Kramerbooks & Afterwords Cafe for coffee/tea and then peruse books for an hour. The shop is small but well curated and the attached cafe is excellent. Just of DuPont Circle.
Really, Baltimore is quite cool. From Fells Point to Mount Vernon, Ellie and Charlie have really opened my eyes. Today Charlie, Eva, and I had dinner in one of the coolest bars I’ve been to in a while: The Brewer’s Art. We ate in the basement bar and enjoyed its perfectly dark atmosphere, amazing food (rosemary fries!!) and great pints- well at least I did. Anyhow, off to DC for the day tomorrow but Baltimore has been brilliant.
Me and Mom at Leeds Castle
So. As people occasionally ask me for various travel ideas, I thought I would share some memorable places/itineraries. I will try to annotate these posts as fully as possible, but I cannot, however, be asked to list hotels, pubs, etc. unless they were particularly memorable.
Length: 2 Days
Itinerary: London-Battle-Rye-Canterbury-Dover-Leeds Castle-London
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