Today dawned just as cold, wet and windy as predicted.
It was raining and 6* as we left the hotel to go on the bus to the Garden of Gethsemane.
The Garden was a lot smaller than we expected, although we just went into one part – there was more on the other side of the road and on the other side of the church.
“Gethsemane” comes from two Hebrew words, “gat”, meaning olive-press, and “shemen”, meaning oil. The Garden is full of old olive trees.
Some of the olive trees are really old. Olive trees don’t have rings, so you can only guess the age by the size of the trunk.
Here’s something interesting I’ve learnt today: the area of the Garden was the usual camping-ground for Galileans who had come to Jerusalem for Feast Days. So it’s the area Jesus (and many of the disciples) would have camped with their families and villages several times a year as children.
We also went into the Church of Sorrows, but it was really dark inside, so I didn’t manage to get many decent photos worth sharing. This is the sanctuary, although the photo’s a bit blurry.
Here’s a surprisingly good artsy-fartsy picture I took outside the front of the church.
Then we drove up to the Mount of Olives.
We were meant to go to Mount of Olives first and then walk down Palm Sunday Road to Gethsemane, but it was bucketing down with rain by the time we got to the top, so we didn’t even get out of the bus.