Greetings from the Hol(e)y Land

You may or may not know already that I’m spending the summer far, far away in BYU’s Jerusalem center. Of all the study abroad programs BYU offers, this is clearly the best. No offense intended to all my dear friends who are somewhere else, but really. It’s amazing here. Not only do I get to nerd out big time over all the historical sites and landmarks, but I get to learn secret details about them from BYU’s crazy-smart professors who appear to know literally everything. NO BIGGIE.

Anyway, I know you’re only here to look at my awesome photos (National Geographic has been begging me for permission to use them, but I’m like, nah, I’ll save ’em for the blog).

Everyone needs a blurry, tired-faced airport layover shot, right?
Looks like Utah! Feels like home.
Our view from the center, can you believe this? I have been getting up early to look at this. I repeat: I HAVE BEEN GETTING UP EARLY. YEAH.
Closer shot of the view.


A wild Mormon tourist appeared in the Orson Hyde Garden! What!
One of the many Gethsemane sites claiming to be a significant site from Christ’s life. Not sure who to believe or what happened where, but this was definitely a beautiful spot.
Cool little cavern-under-the-ground church. This was one of my favorite spots from today’s journeys.

p.s. each week I’ll be featuring a classic dad pun and post something holey from the Holy Land. Ha ha. (That was just for you, Glazier fam, who is probably so sick of that pun by now that they are rolling their eyes).

Holey lights!


Of all those answer options, ELEVATORS was the winner for April. I have to go for all of April without using an elevator. I put that on the list, thinking it wouldn’t be noticed or chosen, and that if it were, it wouldn’t be difficult to give up at all. But when I realized last night that I often have to take a cart up and down a couple floors for work, I determinedly told my roomies that I would not be following the poll results this month. I mean, come on, I HAVE to do my job.

Unless . . . (dang roommates are too smart and creative) I could just send the cart down on its own in the elevator, then run down the stairs to meet it.

??? Am I really doing to do this? Is it really worth it?


Never has work been so adventurous (except maybe that time when I had to clean out a bunch of vans that had been on weeks worth of geology field trips . . . and trust me, you don’t even want to know).

I’ll probably be getting some weird looks from people as I shove a cart into an elevator, run down several flights of stairs, and pull a lone cart out of an elevator on the next floor. But do I care what they think? NAH. I care about all y’all lovely followers who care enough about my life to make it juuuuust a little bit difficult.

Much love.