A few of us took a taxi to West Jerusalem and got gelatos on Ben Yehuda street. I asked the taxi driver to turn the Arab music up, and the stress melted right away. We found a park and spun on merry-go-rounds faster than the Disneyland tea cups on steroids. We took an elevator to the top of a 22-story hotel. We saw the end of a wedding in front of the Great Synagogue. We posed for pictures on statues, played tag, and looked at the few stars we could see.
We came home and had a late night field trip under ground under the Western Wall. I have literally been over and under the streets of Jerusalem...and Jerusalem is coming inside me.