When I look out any window now and I see rain and large green maples, instead of scrub and rock , I know that I am in Oregon and not the middle east, but my mind, and even my body because of the time lag, insist that it's not that easy to separate them from right now.
Life unfolds concurrently, and maybe not always consecutively.
Many people wonder about my trip, and I do, too.
Not so many 64 year old men travel this way.
"Did you ever feel threatened?" they always want to know.
They never quite believe me when I say "No".
There is a lurking suspicion that I managed to come back from the Holy Land looking like an old testament prophet and speaking in tongues, when all that means is not shaving, and saying words like, " trusting people, liking Arabs and Jews, traveling alone, wife staying home, not being afraid, all religions essentially being the same".
Incomprehensible.
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