It's spring break for our school this week, and I made plans again to finally visit this area of immense history and biblical weight. You know, the book of Ephesians... well Paul wrote it to the church here after he had visited them. I am not the biggest fan of Paul but I don't think he would care much what I think. Peter is more my style... brash, jumping before he looks, shooting his mouth off before he thought about things clearly. Yeah... I definitely identify more with Peter, but Paul was HERE. HERE where I am visiting. He spoke here and stayed here and I can scarce comprehend the age of this place and the fact that a man (John) who walked with Christ.... most likely walked here as well. According to legend and anecdotal history... the mother of my Lord Jesus actually was brought here by John (St.) to live out the end of her life. More about that next post. I jump way ahead of myself before I've even had the chance to explore and dissect this area.
The ride is pleasant. Scenery shifts my perspective. All is green and spring is evident. Purple cabbages... a donkey foraging...many children flying kites. Sun and trees and a land still resting in time. Hold the world at bay... please.
The train slows and I exit at my destination. My hostess is lovely and sweet and she commiserates about the journey with me as she drives the short route to the hotel. St. John's castle walls loom above and while I won't really have time to explore much tonight... I am aware that I am walking upon many many layers of change and civilization. Such triumphs and such sorrows this land has seen. My hosts at St. John's prove instantly their Trip Advisor reviews are well deserved. They are lovely hospitible people who welcome me with tea, sweets, wine, and a recommendation for dinner, which is actually a restaurant someone in the family owns.
It turns out to be a wonderful spot, and the tavuk is fantastic.
On my way back to the hotel, I wander just a bit past the bars and shops and then down a street past very old columns and walls. As I stop to take a picture, I don't notice, until it flies over me in protest... a stork on the top of the column. It's mate still sitting on what must be eggs. The sight takes my breath away.
From another angle I get a shot of the arch in this picture with a bit of street light coming through. Tomorrow I will try and gather more information about these structures... their age and significance.