Caeserea

We took a Presidents’ Day trip to Caeserea, Herod the Great’s city by the sea. For some reason my head wasn’t really in the tourist game that day. I got the gist of the place: Romans, Romans, Byzantines, Crusaders, Muslims, Bosnian refugees, Baron de Rothschild. But I spent more time marveling that wherever we go, there we are. Some days, historical wonders are just a fancy backdrop for us to be who we always are.

So just like at home (home in Delaware, or home in Jerusalem) Hannah mostly wanted to read and Margaret mostly wanted to run. The historical backdrop was beside the point. Unfortunately the gigantic Roman circus was full of water from several days of torrential downpour. Otherwise I would have sent Margaret to race seven laps like the chariots did. We did climb up into the Theatre and Hannah treated us to a performance of kindergarten show tunes.

There she is, a speck on the stage.

 

 

 

 

 

Without a three year old and five year old in tow, I might have learned the history of Caeserea in more depth. But I would not have paused to laugh at naked statues or sat for ages feeling the sea wind in my hair.

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About hilarymead

Taking two young kids, a great husband, and a whole lot of questions to Jerusalem for a year's sabbatical.
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2 Responses to Caeserea

  1. Lindsey says:

    Yes, yes indeed, with the laughing and the wind in the hair. It’s always trading one thing for another, isn’t it? xox

  2. Kristin H. Macomber says:

    While we’ve never done anything as adventurous as your sabbatical year, my husband and I did go on an extended trip to China, just after 9/11. John was committed to going, even though the world was a scary place, so off we went. Your post today reminded me of so much of that trip. Our son Ian was a happy traveler, so long as he had a tennis ball and a wall (one day, a Great Wall!) to bounce it against. Meanwhile, our Eric was content to stop and draw, wherever we were. We all are who we are, no matter where on the earth we find ourselves.

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