Sunday October 27, 2019
JERUSALEM, Israel – With all intentions of leaving the house this morning in a reasonable hour, we were detoured by a few logistical issues. First, we finalized details on our flight this Wednesday night from Tel Aviv to Athens.
Then, Joseph, the one who first opened the property for us and gave us the key, stopped over with a few things. We were able to have serious questions answered, and these included operation of the washing machine and dryer on the property, operating the microwave, and how to shut down the daily noise from the nearby mosque and the daily call to prayers at 5 a.m.
Finally, we were out the door and headed up the west coast. Our destination was Caesarea, an archaeological site from Roman Judea.
Surveying the map, Israel is a living museum of Biblical stories and locations. Just in the Mount Olive area, in East Jerusalem, there are numerous churches as well as the Jewish cemetery that dates back 3,000 years. Though this area is on our bucket list, it seems less than probable we’ll get there.
Also, two other sites on the radar screen, King David’s tomb and the grave of Oskar Schindler, also on the radar screen, will be a stretch to see during the remaining two days here.
On Sunday, we did travel to Caesara and revisited Herod, the same guy who built a palatial retreat in the mountains of Masada.
Caesara, located north of Tel Aviv and along Israel’s west coast, was a planned city and featured a network of criss-crossing streets, theatre, amphitheater, markets and residences.
With Roman occupation, Herod, who ruled Judea between 37 BC and 4 BC, was awarded the site. To honor Caesar who bestowed the land, Herod set about to construct a port city which would bring goods and glory from the known world and allow for growth.
Construction took 12 years and great ceremonies were held in 10 BC and 9 BC to commemorative completion. While Caesarea developed as an important transit for goods from Italy and the known world, that period represented the first of two significant eras in its history.
Later in the 12th century, the city was conquered during he Crusades and during the Crusaders of king Louis IX of France in 1251, the city was fortified anew.
After conquest by the Mamelukes in 1265, Caesarea lay dormant for centuries. By the late 19th century, interest developed and in 1879, a survey of the Palestine Exploration Fund established the first extensive scientific exploration of he region. Discoveries included columns, pillars, statues and inscriptions and elements of everyday Roman life. Since 1992, excavations are conducted by teams from the Antiquities Authority and Haifa University.
While not much remains from original structures, the theater is here and, unlike other ovals constructed by the Romans, the one at Caesarea remains fairly in tact. While spectators marveled at the chariot races, a stone centerpiece was constructed to add difficulty to chariot drivers trying to make hair-pin turns, and remain on site. The theater is positioned along the Mediterranean Sea and one can only imagine a few riders and horses which did not make the turn and ended in the water.
Once we parked the car and headed for the entrance, Waynette spotted a juice bar outside the ticket window. Since her favorite is a combination of orange and pomegranate, she approached the vendor and asked for the drink. I stepped aside and waited for the purchase. Easing my way back, I saw she walked away without the drink.
“What a thief,” she proclaimed. “The guy charged me 35 sheqels and that’s about $10. No way, 10 bucks for a juice. You have to be kidding.”
“I guess he took one look, saw you had ‘tourist’ written on your forehead, and jacked up the price,” was my response.
At that point, we began walking toward the entrance and heard the vendor scream, “hello, hello,” and we kept walking.
Throughout our visit, Waynette continually referenced the price of the juice, and concluded, “even Starbucks, which is outrageous, doesn’t come anywhere close near that guy.”
On site, other structures remain include the Roman baths, two aqueducts, the synagogue, the fortified medieval wall, a bathhouse complex, a market place and administrative center.
From the main entrance, the majority of remains move to the left and after exploration, we then walked to the right. Here, we found the synagogue and sat down in an open area for a rest. With just the two of us, a setting sun and the water lapping behind, the setting was idyllic.
Until …
A group of 40 or so descended upon the three rows, settled on either side of us and woman, perhaps in her mid-50s, began to address the group in Hebrew. Quickly, people sitting around pulled out their notebooks and began writing. I caught a few words of Hebrew and turned to Waynette.
“I think this is a training class to be tour guides,” I whispered as not to disturb the speaker, After about 15 or 20 minutes, the group gathered their notebooks and exited. One guy, wearing a red Columbia tee-shirt, approached us.
“Where are you from,” he asked in English.
“Arizona,” I said, “and wasn’t this some kind of tour guide class?”
“Yes, he replied, “We’re training to be tour guides in Israel. I lived in Arizona for seven years before coming back here.”
The guy mentioned trips to Las Vegas and frequent summer dust storms. The conversation was not terribly long and he quickly rejoined his fellow students.
By this time, the sun was setting over the Mediterranean and we settled for a strange combo. A restaurant next to the water promoted pizza and ice cream, and so we engaged. After we polished off a Margarita and a bottle of Coke Zero, the second half was spectacular. The ice cream promotion was huge. Waynette selected three giant scoops of passion fruit, vanilla and cookies/cream and we were in dessert heaven.
Originally, we wanted to drive further north to the Sea of Galilee but, by this time, it was nearly dark and we rationalized we could not see any sights. With that conclusion, we stared back to Jerusalem. Through Tel Aviv, we hit a major traffic jam and the drive back took two hours.
For Monday, we’re getting an early start because we want to see the Temple Mount. Because we are not Muslim, we cannot go inside the Dome of the Rock but can walk the grounds. From there, we plan to visit the Israel Museum and then finish Yad Vashem on Tuesday.
STEPS – At Caresrea, we did nearly 9,000 steps and that’s four miles.
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