Dear Expats, Travelers, Globetrotters and Other Friends,
As many of you know, once a week I post a story about one of my expat-life (mis)adventures. This week I succumb to serious competition: The Christmas Story.
My husband and I lived in Ramallah, Palestine for some time and we traveled around in Israel and the rest of Palestine. We made a trip to Nazareth and visited the Church of the Annunciation, a building of beautiful contemporary architecture, full of art work donated by many countries around the world. We also visited Bethlehem and the Church of the Nativity, the oldest church in the Holy Land. We traveled by car. The distance between the two towns is considerable.
In the Christmas Story, a young woman by the name of Mary, 9 months pregnant, travels from Nazareth to Bethlehem on a donkey (it is assumed she rides a donkey, but it’s not actually stated so in the Bible). Now, I’ve been 9 months pregnant (twice) and I know that riding a donkey in that condition, even for a short distance, wouldn’t be my preferred form of transportation. Probably Mary would have preferred more comfort as well had she had a choice. I’m quite sure had she had a choice she would not have traveled at all and stayed at home with her feet up. Unfortunately, Emperor Ceasar was messing with people’s plans, as history tells us.
Mary’s story is fascinating, whether you’re Christian or not, and anyone interested in learning more will know where to find it. (If you don’t, Google it.) So this week the story belongs to Christmas and I will offer up this photo of our outdoor Christmas tree I took a few days ago and wish everyone, wherever you are, whatever your faith or beliefs,
Peace, Love and Happiness
NOTE: The Christmas tree is known as a symbol of the Christian holiday it is named after, but in actual fact has its origins in pagan customs. Ours is a fascinating world, don’t you agree?
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Go ahead, tell me something interesting about your traditions and holidays. I know you have stories!