O Jerusalem

What a jam-packed day! First we went to the wailing wall. A powerful feeling is there. I had to wear a yamaka to pray at the wall.

We crossed into the Muslim quarter and security was a lot tighter than it had been in the Jewish quarter. They were checking people's bags for bibles and making them hide their cross necklaces. I was a bit nervous because I had a Book of Mormon in my backpack. The guard pulled it out, sounded out the words, "The Book of Mor-mon" and then put it back in my bag and let me through. Hoof. We aren't aloud to talk about the church at all in Israel. But the Dome of the Rock was beautiful.

Next we walked over to Gethsemane and enjoyed the beautiful church there. It is right on the Mount of Olives, and it faces the Golden Gate entrance to the city: a gate that it was prophesied the Messiah would come thru, and so the Muslims have sealed it shut with stone centuries ago. A Muslim cemetery is on the other side of the gate.

If you look thru these trees of Gethsemane you can see the gate.

As we were making our way back from the beautiful garden of Gethsemane, we met a young man who didn't speak english but he signaled that we should follow him. He seemed nice so we did. He took us a short distance and pointed to a sign that said "Orson Hyde Memorial Park." What are the chances? We weren't even looking for it. This is where Orson Hyde came and dedicated the land of Jerusalem for the gathering of the children of Abraham in the last days. The boys name was Mohammed and he took us on some off-road paths. It was rough going and he helped me not slip, and also helped Katie not slip. He was a little too friendly with her and she didn't feel super comfortable. As we said goodbye, he kissed me on both cheeks, and then he kissed her on both cheeks, and tried to kiss her on the mouth. Nope, not ok. But we were grateful for the experience and to have found the park. We gave him two shekels (about 60 cents) to say thanks. Katie said afterwards that her desire to travel in the middle east has dramatically decreased.

Mohammed

We followed the "Via Dolorosa" which is a long road where Christ supposedly carried his Cross. It is demarcated with phony relics and questionable sites (here Christ fell for the first time under the weight, here a saint gave him a handkerchief to wipe his face, etc..) Although the streets are about 20 feet higher than they used to be (Jerusalem has ruin built on top of ruin) it was neat to think of the long walk of the Savior.

The church of the Holy Sepulcher is the sight where traditionally Jesus is believed to have been crucified, buried, and resurrected, although there is pretty much no evidence for that location other than Constantine's mother choosing it. It is a MASSIVE church complex run by six major Christian sects. The people in front of us were Italian pilgrims, reciting prayers to Mary as they approached the empty tomb. We entered into the empty tomb. The man ahead of us was obviously very devout and moved by the experience. But after 10 seconds, the guard clapped and said loudly, "Ok, enough, come out, move out..." I much more enjoyed the Garden Tomb. Although the exact location of Golgotha and the tomb are unknown, a lot of evidence points to this location. It is run by volunteers and only a certain number of people can visit at a time. It was one of the most peaceful places on earth. I feel like I will have more to envision when I think of the life of Christ henceforth.

We walked around the ramparts of the City as well before walking up to meet my friend at the BYU Jerusalem Center. We looked South to where Nephi and his family probably left Jerusalem.

BYU's center is FANTASTIC! It has the best view of the whole city of Jerusalem in my opinion. The grounds feel like temple grounds. Very impressive.

Ben, my buddy, told us to visit the 3rd Temple institute, a Jewish organization that has prepared a menorah, temple ceremony clothes, etc. all based off of the Old Testament to prepare for the temple to be rebuilt on the Temple Mount (where the Muslim Dome of the Rock is currently standing.) They seem to ignore the obvious tension of the situation, saying, "Well, unfortunately there is something on that property currently, but that will be taken care of eventually. And when it is, we will be prepared."

Currently Jews are forbidden to even enter the temple mount, but not by Muslims: the Jewish leaders have imposed a ban on Jews entering because, seeing as the Divine Presence was in the Holy of Holies, and they can't prove where the Holy of Holies was exactly, the whole temple mount is sacred ground and can't be entered into.

The Dome of the Rock was built in memory of Mohammed's "Night Journey," from what I understand. He and some leaders of Islam journeyed one night to Jerusalem, the story goes, and he on the temple mount was enrapt in a vision and caught up to heaven. He traveled thru 7 levels, meeting a prophet at each level, and eventually met Abraham at the 7th level and communed with Allah. Allah commanded him to tell the people to pray 50 times a day, and the Prophet traveled back to level 6, where he met Moses. Moses said, "Look, I can tell you from experience with the children of Israel, 50 is not going to go over well. Ask if it can be reduced." So Mohammed returned to commune with God and it was reduced to 40. Again Moses counseled him to barter and so it was reduced to 30, 20, 10, 5...and then Mohammed said he was embarrassed to barter any lower than that and so it was. They pray 5 times a day, and the Lord counts each prayer as if it were 10 prayers.

I love this place. 

Venice: A walk thru Disneyland

This last weekend we visited Venice. Wow. How do you express that in words?

Looking for a cheap place to stay in Venice is hard, but we found the Rainbow Biological Garden/Campground that looked quaint and super cheap outside of the city. You get off at the bus stop and then walk a mile thru green countryside to get there. When we did, they assigned me a tent (my traveling partner, Katie, brought her own tent) with a mattress and full bedding inside. Workers were coming and going lazily, picking apricots and zucchinis and making wine in huge kegs. We met a guy named Matthew, from Portland, who has been traveling Italy for almost a year with his girlfriend, camping out and making ends meet by playing music. He was strumming his guitar without a shirt on and singing an enchanting song about a gypsy lady. I felt strangely at home in this place; it felt a lot like the Emerson Cultural Center in Bozeman.

They had a huge rack of 30 or so bikes, and they gave us a lock and let us borrow bikes to get to the bus station. We found at later that the LDS Church building was about a mile away, which was a huge blessing on Sunday.

Walking thru Venice is literally like walking thru Disneyland. Every turn you take you stop and say, "Mamma mia, che bello!" You see people riding Gondolas, you hear accordion music, you see people feeding hordes of pigeons breadcrumbs right out of their hands. We told one local Italian, "It is easy to get lost in Venice." He said, "BISOGNA perdersi!" "YOU MUST get lost!" We found his words to be true, the more lost we got the more beautiful it became.

We had a couple of young, charming girls from BYU in our group who decided to stay out at night to watch the world cup with Italians in the Piazza. I demonstrated how to use an umbrella to keep nasty Italian guys away from them, and then I said, "Ok, Candace, you practice. Pretend I am a sleazy italian guy trying to hit on you." Before I could approach her, an italian guy in his twenties walked out of no where and put his arm around her and invited her to his friend's bachelor party that evening. Sometimes I am grateful to not have to worry about being female.

We watched the world cup Italy vs. England game back at the campsite on a TV. Italy won, 2 to 1, and it was very fun to feel the excitement every time a goal was made. The other guests chatted with us the whole time, which made it hard to watch the game, but funner all the same. I love how Italians can chat for hours.

In church the next morning, I saw Anziano Lindsay and Kessler, two elders I had taught in the MTC. It was wonderful to see them and to hear of the miracles that are happening in their mission. They recently had a 26 year old young man, who had studied the church for 2 years, join, and the blessed the sacrament. He looked like an RM. He glowed. He is a psychologist and a swimmer, in fact he won the national swimming championship some time ago. It was cool to see the gathering that took place in him and in Venice.

We went to the bus stop to make it back to our bus which would take us home, but we realized that the busses don't run on Sundays! We panicked, we had half an hour to get where we needed to be. Across the parking lot of the supermarket we saw someone wave to us. It was a member couple and their two kids who we had seen earlier in church. They were traveling back to Switzerland, and were happy to give us a desperately needed ride. It was a truly tender mercy.

One other tender mercy: as we walked along the canal (Venice is build on a sandy foundation of 3 islands, it sinks about a centimeter each year. #globalwarming) I heard someone yell, "Peter!!" It was my elementary school chum, Cameron Webster! Katie and I, he and his two siblings sat and chatted for a good hour, remembering yellow-brown puddles of snow on the playground, the times when we got in trouble for throwing dandelions on the playground, how he got kicked out of choir for misbehavior and then got put back in because other students wanted to get out of choir as well, and the love that the teachers had shown us. He said, "Anderson school is a public school that acts like a private school." I think he is mostly right. We both felt very blessed. 

Learning to be Defeated

The other day we had dinner with the Torre (tower) contrada. Our teacher is from this contrada and it was fun and interesting to hear his perspectives. Torre is sworn enemies with the Goose contrada. He said that they used to spar and practice fighting, because when you know your enemies by studying them and their tactics, you know each other inside and out, well enough to fight effectively side by side when you need to join forces to expel an invading force. He also said, “Another benefit of having an enemy is when you win, you have someone to gloat over. The contrada that don't have enemies don't have as much to celebrate when they win.” :)

He also taught us a powerful lesson in a unique way:

About 53 years ago, the Tower contrada won, and they celebrated by plucking the feathers off of 43 live geese in the middle of the tower square (one for each of the years they had ever won). This was a serious breach of typical sportsmanship, and everyone was outraged. A priest in the city cursed them that they would not win for 43 straight years as penance for their rudeness. And you know what? They didn't.

I am not one to say curses can't happen, but it's also true that politics play as much a role in the winning of the palio race as luck and skill do. The winning team has to pay millions of dollars to make their winning probably. It is kind of like playing group solitaire on a table while you are all playing poker under the table simultaneously. The cards cross over from the invisible game to the visible, but no one is really able to pin down how or why except those involved.

He told us that one year during this cursed famine (which ended when Torre won in 2005) Goose won, and the lights were turned off and the windows closed in the Torre zone while the Goose celebrated on the other side of the town. He heard someone on the street talking loudly to God, saying, “Why? Why? I am 25 years old, I have never seen my contrada win? What's wrong with me?” His friends came out of their houses and calmed him down and comforted him, and brought him home. But it occurred to our teacher that we all ask ourselves and God that question in some way at some time in our lives. “Why me? Why now?” And the young man was fortunate to hear God's answer: his friends who came to remind him that he was part of a community and he was loved.

Then our teacher said, “The Palio teaches us how to be defeated. You young Americans don't learn this lesson very well. You are taught from a young age that if you try hard enough and do your best, you will always win. Everyone has to be winners and no one can lose. Well, that isn't true! Sometimes you do all you can, and you are defeated. But if you don't learn to be defeated and to try again anyway, then there is danger that the first time you are defeated will be the last.”

The Contrada is really REALLY felt here! Parents often don't let their newborns touch the ground until they can put their feet on the marble floor of the contrada church. They are baptized Catholic, and then they are baptized into the contrada. When you die, the people you expect to come greet you into the world of spirits are the deceased of your contrada from ages past. In fact, one family wrote to the city and asked to have their grandmother's tomb moved, because it was facing an enemy contrada member. The city obliged!! Pretty interesting stuff.

We started our internships this week. I walked into the hospital and followed the colorful 90's style directions to the 7^th floor to the dental emergency room department. In Italy, if you want really high quality dentistry done quickly, you go to a private dentist. Those who wish to (or can only afford to) pay less and wait for month for a root canal go to the hospital. Those in immediate pain go to the emergency room and are treated quickly.

The head of the dental department is a lady with a short stature and a huge personality. She is super fun. She sat me down in her office and said, “Why are you here?” I explained I wanted to learn from observing Italian dentists at work as I prepared to apply to dental schools. She nodded and reached into her desk, pulling out a box of cigarettes. As she started smoking, she told me the days I could come and what to expect. After she had smoked thru half of the cigarette, she threw it nonchalantly out the open window behind her. (Did I mention we were on the 7^th floor? Haha). She said, “Look, not everyone in the medical environment is gonna be a helpful and friendly to observers as me and my partner doctor are. Just be prepared and have tough skin if people are impatient with you.” She exchanged a few warm and colorful words with my accompanying italian professor and we were on our way.

I bought a white labcoat and began observations the next day. The doctors here are friendly and fun, and some love Cat Stevens' music. I have a blast with them. We have seen a lot of extractions and sutures these days. Dental floss is not really a thing in Italy. Culturally, parents just don't seem to teach their kids to floss or put emphasis on it. I have started flossing more religiously since I started observing here. But I have been very impressed with the doctors, their preparation and empathy.