Day 128 (The Drive)

We drove up to Yerushalayim. (Yes, up. Regardless of relative elevation or compass direction, traditionally, people always travel up to Jerusalem.) Well, I drove, and it was gor-ge-ous. Again. Still. Whatever. Just getting out of the valley is always a relief, and then the hills! And the mountains! Covered in grass or stone or just bare; rounded or pointed or folded and molded into wadi upon wadi... Gorgeous, I tell you!