It is just after 3:00 on Wednesday morning, and we’ve spent a few hours in an airport hotel in Amman, Jordan. At 3:30 our luggage must be in the lobby and our bus will take us to the airport where around 6:00 we begin a series of travel today–air flight to Istanbul, then another to Rome, where we will transfer to a train and end in Florence tonight.
Our days in Israel have been such that I have not been able to write about everything, but I will get to them all. Part of the challenge has been the fast pace of the trip, and often I am not able to get on the internet.
A happy group of girls ran our way as we walked toward the Jordan River. They were smiling, so I stopped to talk and take pictures.
“What is your name?” I asked this sweet young girl.
“Elizabeth,” she said. “What’s your name?” She lives in Bethlehem.