The 2018 dig season is a wrap. The last of the die-hards departed early this morning; some off to dig at Zincirli in Turkey, some to home – and I to continuing adventures.
Nearly three weeks have flown by in a blur of early wakings, lengthy days and plentiful strong coffee. A steady supply of new artifacts has been appearing on my desk, nearly the number I would expect in the usual longer time in Turkey. I nearly made it across the finish line, but some hours of work remain to close out the season.
Somewhere in there was a morning outing to a sea cave on the Lebanon border, two field trips and an evening stroll to the Mediterranean shore to feed the mosquitoes. I dipped my toes in the Sea of Gallilee, looked over Jordan, clambered through a crusader castle and strolled Roman pavements. The highway signs are laden with story: Nazareth, Bethlehem, Tiberius, Jordan. History lies thick on this land and beneath it.
And today I am in Jerusalem.
That’s a story for another day. Time to tuck in early in my cool stone-lined nook of a room and try to replace a few of the hours of sleep I’ve been missing.
Karen Reczuch 
Hi, Karen,
It is so interesting to read about your adventures. You write beautifully and I am very glad to have the privilege to read your blog. Stay safe!
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Thank you, Janet – so good to hear from you! All is well, but of course it’s a complicated part of the world.
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