One does not travel to Jerusalem. One returns.

I first heard those words last year, as part of the Shehecheyanu ceremony when we first saw Jerusalem on the Family Mission, with Stewart, Bonnie, Rachel, and Elliot.

They were the first words I read when I neared the Western Wall this afternoon.

I had dropped my bags in the hotel room and walked towards the Old City, hoping to get there before sundown.

Once there, I was told, “No camera until 5:20 when Shabbat ends.”

So 30 minutes to read from my Bible, Genesis 22 and Psalm 118, and observe with my naked eye.