Day 4 in Jerusalem: Up On The Roof
I decided to spend my final afternoon wandering around the beautiful Old Town. First though there was the urgent matter of lunch. My life depended on having a falafel sandwich. I walked into the first random café I seen. The waiter asked me if I would like to sit up on the roof. I descended the stairs with my falafel sandwich and was met by the most beautiful views over the Old Town. I wanted to burst into song it was so pretty. It was really peaceful up there, the mild chaos of the street below a million miles away. The sun was shining and I actually got to take off my jumper for the first time all holiday.When I peeled that bright blue hoodie off the people of Jerusalem held a parade. Not really. When my hoodie was surgically removed the crowd was disappointed to find that I had a 2nd fake Ralph Lauren hoodie on underneath. Thank goodness for layering. My falafel sandwich was heaven on a paper plate. I seriously could have eaten a dozen of them, written a sonnet to each one and then ate a dozen more.
A busload of German oldies interrupted my moment of serenity. While they were deciding between falafel and chicken, and Coke or beer. I headed down the stairs to get lost in the winding streets of the Old Town pleased that I was not on a group schedule and could skip around the city at my own pace.
Sitting up in that roof top café was the highlight of my trip. I felt completely and utterly content. Sometimes it is those moments, not the wild adventures or historic sites, that I treasure the most when travelling. Finding a little hidden gem and a moment of peace that I can keep with me forever.