My final thoughts…. Our blog is filled with much adventure, every day survival in an unknown land, and some disappointment of "famous" landmarks. But over the course of the last couple of months as I have taken time to reflect, what I come away with is the memories of the the people along the way. They live in a different culture with different customs and a different language and thousands of years of history. The following are some of our experiences that we had interacting with the people. The first people group we encountered was at the Newark airport …there were many orthodox Jewish men with their customary clothing and grouped together bobbing back and forth saying their prayers. They kept to themselves and weren't allowed to sit by females on the plane. Ed was seated next to one who was about our age and we did have a conversation with him. He lived in American, had eight children, many the same age as ours, and was going to relax and refresh himself. A very ni