I am very fortunate to have visited many places. Mostly because my parents were working or traveling there. As my brothers and sister and I grew older we joked about our parents moving a lot, and how we always found them. I hope I don't have to explain that joke.
The most interesting place I visited was Jerusalem. It was some amazing to think that many of the places I walked had been there for 2,500 years. Many of the stones paths we walked on or archeological digs we visited predated the time of Christ. One of the monuments was supposedly the grave of King David. That would be about 3,000 years ago.
The streets in the new city were wide and traveled mostly by cars, buses and motorcycles. They looked like most other city streets in many cities in the middle east, wide, paved, modern, efficient. The narrow walkways of the old city were different.
The streets of the old city were not wide enough to allow a car to travel through them. The buildings on each side rose three of four stories so that you could see very little of the sky. Often the awnings from the shops on the first floor met, or nearly met each other in the center of the street, making a covering for the street. Shops on each side sold nearly everything. One shop in particular I remember was a little restaurant. We had lunch there sometimes. After walking up and down the hills and valleys of the city and the surrounding area we were always hungry. The food was great but the orange juice was amazing!
The oranges sat next to a traditional hand press. The fresh, ripe, bright orange fruit was cut in half and placed the press. A clean glass (at least we hoped it was clean) was placed under the press. As the large handle was lowered the juice flowed down into the glass. That's what was delivered to our table. The juice was cool but not cold, but the unmistakable flavor was what brought us back. I remember many of the places that we visited but the flavor of that orange juice left an impression on me that is remembered