My visit to Israel was a religious pilgrimage like so many others I met during my time there, but it was not mine. My grandmother had always wanted to visit the Holy Land and walk where Jesus walked sadly she passed away before she could, so I did that walk for her. I started my pilgrimage at Bethlehem, which seemed fitting since it is the birth place of Jesus Christ and childhood home of King David.
When you first arrive at the check point into the Westbank you are greeted with a wall of concrete and barbed wire. Our guide suggested that we have our passports ready but not to be surprised if they don’t get checked “Sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t just depends on how they are feeling on the day” he said with a smile.
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