I woke up at 2 am, raring to go.
Taken at dawn at the rooftop of Pontificat Institute of Notre Dame in Jerusalem, where a fellow pilgrim from South Korea was meditating.
At the entrance of this chapel in the hotel, I smelled rose essence, but the altar flowers were star gazers. In the middle of my meditation, I felt chills, as if inside the freezer, then at the end, the rose essence smell dissipated.
Two classmates, Anita Rubio, and Ludy Manansala Obando Manansala Obando meet after 39 years at 6 am. They went to Dr. Nicanor Reyes Memorial College in Tarlac, Philippines, for high school. Ludy lives in Netanya, Israel, and Anita lives in Anaheim. They eagerly had breakfast together.
Mom, Anna, 77 years old, and daughter, Carmen, 52 years old, are on a spiritual journey together. Anna did not want a party. Instead, she wanted a trip to Holy Land. I sat and waited with Anna in a very cold spot, seated on a concrete bench, inside the Holy Sepulcher for hours, and held her hand to go inside the tomb of Jesus.
