Harry's Wailing Wall

Greetings,

Last week I shared a few pictures of our Wailing Wall trip while in Israel. What I did not have time to share with you.... is the "story" behind the pictures.

For some crazy cosmic reason... Harry and I have always had something going on. From driving fiascoes to pickpocketing ventures...and all in foreign countries... Harry and I tend to attract "crazy's". However, on this particular trip the craziness was ALL Harry.

Israel is hot. During our summer trip....it was extremely hot. Therefore, we drink a lot of water to stay hydrated. Yet, Harry has to have one of the worlds smallest bladders. *Please take note*** if you travel with Harry be prepared to stop multiple times for restroom breaks.**

On the 4 hour car ride from Atlanta to my parents home in North FL...this is our schedule:

Harry down a pot of coffee. Leave Atlanta.

Hour #1: Potty Boy needs a restroom...and gets a cup of coffee

Hour #2: Potty Boy needs 2nd stop... and gets a mega big gulp coffee... then spills 1/2 on shirt

Hour #3: Potty Boy is dying to make it to the restroom...and of course refills his mega big gulp.

Hour #4: Arrive at parents, but Harry is about to pop and cannot even say hello as he races to the bathroom.

I am all for stopping when one "has to go". But come on ....Harry makes our 4 hour journey into a 5+ trek.

So when in Israel and Harry says he "has to go" right now he means it. But like most ancient sites.... the accommodations are not up to par. As we are walking through the metal detectors of the wailing wall....Harry is frantically on search of a restroom. Yes there are metal detectors...and many many soldiers guarding the sacred place.

Below is a picture of what it looks like as you enter the Wall area.

As you can see the Wailing Wall is the ancient stone wall to our right. Harry is asking Trish, Jerry, and myself to help with the restroom search. As we are walking towards the wall I say,


"Over there by the wall Harry"


"Where? Over there by the Wall"?


"Yes, right over there! Straight in front of you. By the wall. We will wait for you here."


"Over there?" as he points to the right.


"Over there", as I point straight ahead. (Please take a look at the above photo....surely you can see the arched entryway of the bathrooms.)


"Over there?" a confused Harry asked again.


"YES, OVER there", a frustrated Kristie replies as she continues to point straight ahead.



As Harry walks away ... I begin to see his confused look. Quizically turning his head from right to left. With a quick step...he really has to go now...he turns back... runs over to us....looks towards the Wailing Wall....and asks in the most innocent childlike way...



"I just pee on the Wailing Wall"?





Oh my goodness.... he did not just say that. As we explain through tears where is actual restroom is...we are now doing the "pee dance" from laughing so hard.

Women's sector

Harry, Jerry, and Abraham after the potty break

Just thought I would share another story where Harry almost got us killed. Or at least himself shot for relieving himself on the Wailing Wall. The most sacred and holiest sites for Jews. Only Harry.

Blessings to those full to the brim and bursting over,

Kristie