I just returned home from the Friday, noon, English-speaking Mass in Jabal Al-Wehbde. The man who sat next to me - his name is Raymond - gave me typed-up prayer sheets and a Mother Mary pendant, and at the end of the Mass told me he was from Jerusalem. I had really beautiful, quality, silent time with him today. It's been a long time since I've experienced something like that. Especially with someone who only a few minutes earlier was a complete stranger.

I'm looking forward to this afternoon - lunch, turkish coffee, music theory, and practicing. I'm still trying to decide what my plans should be for the remainder of the evening, and if it should involve going somewhere or staying put. I'm happy either way.