Jerusalem Sunday

We had come to Sunday in Jerusalem. Our last full day in Israel. We went to John the Baptist's boyhood home. We then went to the Jewish side of Jerusalem to the Israeli Museum. While we were waiting outside to get in, we came upon some small children. One little boy was being picked on by the others. I really identified with him. When the kids saw us, they all wanted us to take their pictures, but the one boy stood off to the side. I went over to him and took his picture. I just wanted him to know he wasn't alone. We then went into the museum and saw some of the Dead Sea Scrolls. We left the area and went back toward our hotel. We took a group walk to the Baptist Church to go to the service. All of us younger folks of our tour were a little wary of being on the street, so close to Sam, Omar and Sam, but thankfully we didn't see them then. Sandra bought a solid wooden camel at the Baptist Book Store adjacent to the church. It was pretty big, at least one had to hold it in two hands. We went back to the hotel and was again confronted by the Arab boys. Prisoners once again. We were looking forward to leaving these troubles behind tomorrow, hopefully. We just didn't want an international incident on our hands. Little did we know...