Saturday, September 22, 2018
So I've been home from Israel for six days, during most of which I've sniffled and coughed my way through! Yup, one more time after a long airline flight I've succumbed to, what is beginning to feel like, the inevitable and dreaded airline FLU. My seat mates from London to San Jose were a lovely Chinese lady, who was flying from Beijing to San Jose to visit her daughter and grandchildren, and a young man from Moscow, Russia, who I think was flying to Silicon Valley for work! What a world we live in! I'm certainly not making either of them the 'culprit' for my health demise this past week, but am acutely aware of how we are intertwined with the whole world when we travel. I'll not give up on my yearning to experience all the world has to offer; but, I know some of my great experiences come at a price - one I'm willing to pay because the experiences are worth it!
A thought about a past adventure - an anniversary trip many years ago:
We left Marin County, where we'd just celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary with a party given by our three kids with relatives and many life-long friends. It had been a complete surprise, orchestrated by Kari with help from Jeff and Spencer, catered by Caravancary Restaurant in San Francisco. Little did we know at that time that Kari was beginning her preparation to become one of the world's best party planners and hostesses!
A couple of days after the Saturday- night soiree John and I boarded Quantas Airlines for the long flight from San Francisco to Cairns, Australia - crossing the international date line, a surreal experience. Our wonderful present to ourselves was a meticulously-planned 6-week visit to Australia and New Zealand.
We arrived in Cairns around noon as I recall, but I couldn't connect the time of day and the day of the week, weird! We retired in the afternoon and woke up the next morning. That first full day in Australia was lots of fun as we took a bus tour of the region, seeing all kinds of interesting sites and made several new friends, including a lovely couple from Alice Springs, a city in the 'outback' that we were planning to visit a couple of weeks later. Australians, in my experience, are very warm, outgoing people, always up for conversation and friendship. We found this to be true to a person, it's a very realistic compliment for these folks from 'down under.'
The Alice Springs couple asked us to meet them at a nearby body-surfing beach the next morning so we got up fairly early and breakfasted in our hotel before heading to a car-rental agency to procure a rental sedan for the next adventure, a drive of about five miles for our rendezvous and day at the beach.
John was getting himself accustomed to "driving on the wrong side of the road" on the sparsely-traveled country road along the coast of Australia, just north of the beginning of the Great Barrier Reef, which we'd also planned to investigate a few days later. We were heading a little north of Cairns and were preparing to turn Right off the coastal road to the little road that would lead us to the beach where our new friends were staying (this would be equivalent to making a left turn in the US). Not seeing any oncoming traffic, John started making the turn when, out of nowhere came a car, speeding way above the posted limit of 50 Km/hour (31mph), and, before we knew it, crashed into my side of the car. I don't remember too much of the actual crash but John says we spun around a couple of times and ended up off the side of the road in a sand dune. Immediately when the car stopped we checked with each other, finding John to be okay and me to be trapped in my seat, unable to move.
Within minutes the car was surrounded by people, many of whom were giving lots of what they thought to be valuable instructions about what should be done. I soon realized that I was the focus of their concerns and consequently I became super concerned myself! I called out for John, who'd gotten himself out of his driver's side of the car and was coming around to my side where he intended to try to open the passenger door. Just then a lady proffered a cup to me through the broken side window, "Would you like a cuppa'?" "No, thank you," I responded, feeling intense pain in the area of my upper back with difficulty talking, even breathing. I went into nurse mode and to John I quickly whispered, "Honey, don't let them feed or move me, I think my back might be broken." Arms were reaching out towards me from every direction, attempting to get ahold of my arms and head. I was adamant, "Don't let them move me. We have to wait for help!" Somebody had said they'd called Emergency and that help would be there in minutes - and it was. Fire Department, Ambulance, Police - all very professional, reassuring and helpful. They explained to us that they would have to use the "jaws of life" to cut me out of the car, as the left front wheel was now in the neighborhood of my chest - the car an accordion, the windshield frame behind my head, windshield glass gone!
After about 30 minutes of metal destruction with those giant jaws of life, the paramedic firemen were able to rescue me from the car and (with me giving military-class orders in the style of my dad and my nursing education!), they strapped me onto a backboard to restrict any motion of my head and spinal column, on to a gurney and into the ambulance for the 30-minute, siren-blaring trip to the hospital. Much of the next 24 hours is a blur - although I do remember I was covered with broken glass, couldn't move or breathe without considerable pain and was thankful for all the wonderfully conscientious medical personnel taking care of me.
I'm not going to recall for you all the memories of this experience; but I'll say that I'm forever grateful for the care I received at that hospital from the medical and nursing staff and including a friendship with one of my nurses that has lasted ever since. I spent two weeks as an inpatient, that included much therapy and cooperation with my doctors back home in California. I did not have any spinal fractures, which were my primary concern as I'd a history of multiple spinal surgeries for congenitally degenerating and ruptured discs and had undergone a four-level spinal fusion when I was 27-years old! My back had given me grief most of my life so I was rather hyper-vigilant about how I was handled. As the days went by I gradually lost the original panic I'd felt at the time of the accident. The main extent of my injuries were 14 fractured ribs, a badly fractured collarbone and a collapsed lung, causing pain and breathing problems that would prevent me from returning to work at Marin General Hospital Surgery for six months!
But, the wonderful part of the story is the friendship that started with that night nurse, Jeanne, after I was moved out of intensive care to a medical ward. She took such good nursing care of me - I was so very impressed with Australia's socialized medicine - if it's the same now, I'd still be impressed! - not only medically, but emotionally and socially, becoming a good friend. She and her husband also took it upon themselves to make sure John was comfortable and entertained during my hospitalization and they entertained both of us the several days we stayed in Cairns after I was discharged. During my hospitalization they had him over for Australian hospitality in their home, showed him around the area and helped him plan the future of our vacation, with all the changes and modifications that would be needed.
After approximately three weeks in north-eastern Australia, John and I flew to the capital, Sydney, Australia's largest city, where we were picked up by Jeanne's brother and sister-in-law, who accommodated my medical condition by having a wheelchair available for me upon arrival, providing all our transportation while we were in Sydney and acting as our personalized tour guides.
They made reservations for us to tour and have lunch at the famous Sydney Opera House on the beautiful waterfront, took us shopping in their wonderful downtown mall and, fulfilling one of my bucket list life-long desires - they arranged for me to visit the Taronga Zoo for a specially guided tour when it was not open to the public. They wheeled me in my wheelchair around the zoo, to see many animals that are just not available to see up close in the US. The highlight was at the koala exhibit where our guide went in and brought a baby koala out for me to hold. Mama koala came out too, to make sure her joey was going to be okay in my arms. What a treat - one I wouldn't have had if I'd not had that
accident! When you're given lemons, why not make lemonade? - so the saying goes!
I had, just the year before, graduated from Dominican University with a degree in Biology and Chemistry, so I was disappointed when I thought I wouldn't be able to see koalas and kangaroos up close. Those lovely people made my dream a reality.
Our Australia vacation had been planned for six weeks. The accident occurred on the third day and it took over six weeks for us to return home: two weeks in the hospital, three days in Cairns after hospital discharge, a week in Sydney, almost two weeks in Fiji (that's a story for another time) and finally over a week in Hawaii before actually making it home.
Sunday, September 16, 2018
Yes, we arrived back in El Dorado Hills about noon today. Lisa and I had decided that it would be the better part of valor to spend one more hotel night in San Jose, rather than make the three hour trip home last night.
We checked into the Wyndom Hotel after picking up my car at our friend Cheryl's house. I'd parked it in her garage so it was well protected during our adventure. The British Airways flight from Tel Aviv to Heathrow was just over 5 ½ hours. Then we had almost a five hour layover in London, where I ate yummy fish and chips with malt vinegar and tartar sauce. The direct flight from London to San Jose was 11 hours. By the time we arrived in San Jose, went through customs, Uber-ed to Cheryl's house and drove to the hotel I was really exhausted so I took a shower and went straight to bed at 7:30 and slept until 6 this morning!
I still have lots more to share about various sites we visited during our two-week trip, but, for now I'm glad to be home safe and sound.
Friday, September 14, 2018
A stop at the Pomagranate juice stand
So many different costumes. This gentleman is probably either a Greek Orthodox priest or an Armenian Apostolic priest.
Really ancient olive trees - some dating back to the time of Christ.
Below: This tattoo parlor advertises “Christian Tattoos”
Below: This photo of Holy Sepulchre Square doesn’t have very many pilgrims. Usually it’s completely filled with humanity
What an interesting and moving experience!
Our final full day in Israel. We had another delicious breakfast and I ate this Israeli honey on my oatmeal and on my homemade bread. Yum!
Jumping on our bus at 9 o’clock, we drove about thirty minutes to the small village of Ein Karem, a traditionally Palestinian town that, in one day in 1948, was abandoned by the Palestinian Muslims and taken over by the Jews on July 16th of that year. We’ve all come to realize the tragedy that has occurred time and time again throughout the long history of this Middle Easternp part of the world.
Above: The Magnificat is the canticle, or Song of Mary, which Mary recited at the time of the Visitation to Elizabeth.
[Palestinians, Jews and Christians had lived in this land for hundreds and hundreds of years. Recent history has seen such turmoil and sadness. Jordan was a country of a half million people, when, all of a sudden in 1948, about a million plus Palestinians immigrated there from towns like Ein Karem. Currently, because of the ongoing civil war in Syria, Jordan has something over 2 million displaced, homeless Syrians living in refugee camps in the Jordanian desert. The economic stability of the country is in extreme jeopardy due to the enormous migration of refugees.]
Anyway, Ein Karem, an ancient village, is located in the hilly countryside of the Southwest Jerusalem District. [See photos above]. It was the home of of Mary’s Aunt Elizabeth, wife of Zechariah. When Mary knew she was to become the Mother of the Lord, she wanted to talk with someone she could trust, so she traveled to Judea where she found her elderly aunt was also with child. Elizabeth was to become the Mother of John the Baptist; he would come a few months before Jesus as prophesied in the Old Testament.
When we first arrived we went to the Church of Saint John the Baptist, built at the site where John the Baptist is believed to have been born.
Plaque to John the Baptist
Confessional at rear of church
Elizabeth, mother of John the Baptist
Mosaic floor in church
From the Church of Saint John the Baptist we walked up a steep cobblestone pathway, probably about a quarter of a mile - up, up, up to the Church of the Visitation where Father Chris celebrated our last Mass on this pilgrimage.
Oh, what a beautiful church - my favorite of all I’ve visited on this adventure. Photos cannot do it justice. It has magnificent mosaic floors, murals and frescos, statuary, gardens, magnificent hand- embroidered linens. It is a gem cared for by the Franciscan priests since it’s inception
The steep path up to the Church
Statue depicting the Visitation of Mary to Elizabeth
A beautiful well
The Canticle of Mary
The ambo / pulpit
Painting over the altar depicting a Franciscan father presenting a replica of the church to Mary the Queen of Heaven
The architect of the church, Antonio Barluzzi, had himself rendered in one of the many murals that line the side walls of the church.
The murals are fabulous
The mosaics are beyond words
Just one window allowing filtered sunlight within.
As I’m still trying to figure all the components of posting on my iPhone, I suggest you go to YouTube and search for “Church of the Visitation, Ein Karem, Israel” for a video treat. It is truly wonderful.