When I first came to Israel, Jerusalem, rather than Tel Aviv, was my first Hebrew city. (I wrote a post about it a while ago.) A bunch of teenagers who arrived to Israel as a part of The Jewish Agency youth immigration initiative, we were in constant awe of the city, its history, its spirit. We spent all of our weekends (and many of our evenings) wandering around the city, by foot of course, discovering Jerusalem neighborhood by neighborhood: the proletarian-bourgeois mix of Katamon, the fancy Rehavia, the beautiful German Colony, the artistic Yemin Moshe, but most of all - the Old City.
After I finished my university studies, I moved to Tel Aviv: finding employment there was so much easier. At first, I thought that after a few years I'll move back to Jerusalem. I couldn't imagine parting from this city. But eventually, Tel Aviv grew on me; now I couldn't think of leaving the coast, the cafes, the bustling street life.
Yesterday our team went to a day trip to Jerusalem. We drove to the city, parked in the recently build open street Mamilla mall, crossed over and entered the Old City at Jaffa Gate. We then climbed the stairs to the rooftop of the "Petra" hostel, situated right by the gate. And wow, what an amazing view can you see from this rooftop: the Dome of the Rock mosque, and the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, and tiled rooftops of the Old City, and on the distant hills the towers of the Mount Scopus and the Mount of Olives. And I recalled my first years in Israel, and felt the awe I had then, when I saw these domes, towers and hills for the first time.
here and here - take a look to learn a bit about this place.
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