We make our way to the Church of Remission, which houses the traditional place of the last supper - the Passover meal - in the upper room. Crossed arches and a mosque's niche indicate that this building was built later, but there are stones brought here from 2,000 years ago, used to mark this spot. The Passover meal took place somewhere around here. We will participate in a Passover meal together near the end of our semester. We will learn and remember being here when that takes place, and perhaps communion on Sundays from now on will be better understood and will take on a clearer meaning. But that's later, back at our HUG home. Outside we meet an acoustic guitar player; Yossi pulls out his flute and joins him. Music crosses every barrier, no matter the culture, and has the ability to help us fly together. It's a lovely moment for us all.
Wandering above the city upon the flat rooftops through the meeting point of the Jewish, Christian, and Muslim quarters, we see things that most tourists don't get to see from a very high level. We quickly snake down steps through the Jewish ghetto, witnessing the men praying and practicing their scriptures. We weave our way through the old city, passing colorful market shops. Invited inside a special shop, we see beautiful materials that the locals purchase to sew dresses. Some material has silver or golden thread and costs 4,000 shekels per meter - out of my price range, to say the least.