Our buses were not allowed into Jericho. We had to transfer to Palestinian buses and drivers to see what we saw. Can you imagine, we crossed a border with hugs and entered a third world country of desert, filth, fear and hatred. And it was in the middle of Israel???
Saw some digs for the Walls of Jericho, but it was just a pile of rocks (stupid) since the walls fell down and the city was destroyed!
Then we visited Zaccheus’ house (turned into a church, of course) and then around the corner to see the sycamore tree ( I’m a little skeptical on this). But EAGER to get back on our own buses and get away!
What an eerie and cute picture….wait that shouldn’t go together….
you should be skeptical on the places for everything. The only thing that is somewhat constant is the sea. Constantine’s mother in 300 ad went around and named things. Which then churches were erected over the spots.
Did you see the wall on the left as you walked into JUC, that used to be part of the old city wall in Jesus’ day. There was some excavation in the cemetery of the essene gate; which was around in bible times.