Cheeto Hunt

Greetings from Jerusalem. Or Jericho. Or Beersheba. Or Herod's Winter Palace. We've been EVERYWHERE this week! And we leave for Jordan bright and early this Monday morning.

I want to start this entry off expressing for the millionth time that my mom and I are the same person: she loves Cheetos more than most humans and so do I. This week has been a week of adventure, but I have also spent my days whining about my inability to find any Cheetos. It took coming to Jerusalem to realize that I love them so much.

I started out the week with some sunrise yoga led by Camilla Summers and meditation led by Sawyer. When I say sunrise I'm being completely serious. We never sleep in later than seven here; Sunday we were up at six in order to get in touch with our hippy, earthy sides. My roommates and I weren't planning on going, but when everyone magically woke up at six anyway we ran out of our room with shoes in hand, ran up the stairs to where the group was standing, tripped, and fell down the stairs. I went into yoga thinking it would be a fun thing to say I did and four days later I was still sore. Downward facing dog that pees on a fire extinguisher is my least favorite thing in the world (I know there's a technical yoga term for that, but it didn't stick with me and that's what I imagined we looked like).

Here's our entire group with the sun just barely hitting the city. 

My roommates, Camilla, and me. I'm not sure why I had everyone do a ninja pose.

We all quickly inhaled breakfast, packed lunches, and headed out the door. Sunday is our day off, and we use it to its advantage to experience the city. Our first destination was the famous Dome at the Rock that is very noticeable in all of the pictures of the city of Jerusalem. The dome is quite interesting because it sits on something that is referred to as the Temple Mount or Mount Moriah; that is, the place where the first and second temples were built (Solomon's temple and Zerubbabel or Herod's temple in the time of Christ). I am taking a Judaism class taught by a practicing Jew named Ophir, and in class the other day someone asked why the Jewish people don't simply build a new temple. He responded by explaining that a lot of Jews would love to have a new temple; however, the location of the temple is very important, and the location is currently occupied. Duh duh duh duhhh: the Dome at the Rock. One other interesting fact, Jesus and the apostles taught on the steps of the Temple of Herod often but they did not enter the temple because they were not Levites. 

The Dome at the Rock was constructed in 691 AD because Mount Moriah is believed to be where Abraham was sent to sacrifice his son Isaac, and Islam recognizes Abraham.

I attended a sermon this last week on what happens in a mosque and what the call to prayer is for. The object I'm standing in front of is used by a Muslim to cleanse himself physically before entering the mosque to perform prayers. The call to prayer happens five times daily, and the first one begins at sunrise. 

I found no Cheetos here.

After the Dome at the Rock we shopped until our arranged group meeting at noon. We were meeting at Joppa Gate in order to do the rampart walk. It costs 7 shekels and is well worth it. Basically you walk around on top of the walls that were built back in 1517. The walls from the time of Christ have been largely destroyed, but at the base of the current walls there are large stones that were reused (or are still the original wall) from Christ's period of life. I felt like I was living in a life size version of Zach and Nathan's Playmobile castle sets. I think pictures will explain best.

Lindsay, me, and Chloe sitting in one of the lookout points.

Where your typical sniper would hang out. With a bow and arrow.

Oi, this is looking down outside the wall. I have no clue how anyone finds their car here. Ever.

This is looking into the city from the wall. As per usual, humans like their cable. 

Check it out! I bought some camel leather sandals (if someone can beat Mike to a foot joke they win ten billion dollars).

We finished the walk and ended up with our soccer friends again. The good news is that I think I'm getting better at soccer. The bad news is that camel leather sandals are actually not very comfortable.

Our only communication with them consisted of "BARCELONA!!!" or "MESSI!!!" (Mom, Messi is a really talented soccer player, the kids idolize him).

That night I started thinking I was pretty tired, and so I went to bed pretty early. This may shock my insomniac family but I fell asleep at 8:30. We had a field trip the next day to the southern part of Israel called the Negev. We visited a Bedouin weaving center where woman have come together to support themselves and other people in the community.

My girl J-honey

Lindsay, India, me, Sarah. The Bedouin herbal tea was... unique. I imagine some Cheetos would have made it better. 

Our second stop on our field trip was to a place referenced in the Bible a lot: Beersheba. Beersheba holds a lot of significance in the phrase "from Dan to Beersheba" in that the term suggests the boundaries of what was controlled by the Israelites. 

There's a tel (basically an uncovered archaeological site) in the area where they found an altar and a settlement of sorts. The altar would have been a satellite temple of King Solomon's temple in Jerusalem. Around 700 B.C. King Hezekiah eliminated these satellite temples to preserve purity in the temple in Jerusalem. Which is why I don't feel absolutely terrible about reenacting animal sacrifices on the altar. 

Our last stop on the field trip was to a place called Tel Arad. This stop had significance because of the archaeological finds from the tel: pottery with messages between cities were discovered. Way back when, people's nice pottery vase would break so they would write on it and mail it off to their correspondence. The pieces of mail found in Arad were significant because they contained both Egyptian hieroglyphs and Hebrew writing. Which means that the people were bilingual and that they were communicating with outside cities. 

On Tuesday we had classes. I guess it's starting to seem like all we do is run around the countryside, but I have spent a good portion of eternity in a classroom as of late. I'm enrolled in fifteen credits: old testament, new testament, a field trip class, the holy land in its ancient context, Israel with a focus on Judaism, and Palestine with a focus on Islam. They are super interesting, and we have a lot of really interesting readings that take a reallllly long time. 

On Tuesday we also went underneath the Jerusalem Center building, for being thirty years old this place is up on its game. The center has all of its heating, water, plumbing, and wiring underneath the structure, and the building is suspended on a lot of pillars. 

They gave us some really great hard hats. 

I found Emily's name and signed next to her. Go Christensen twins!

Our field trip on Thursday was to Jericho and it was one of my favorite trips yet. We saw so many really great things. Our first stop was into the old city of Jericho where we saw the oldest dated tower found from 9000 BC. There aren't any other things from a civilization of that time, but archaeologists seem to really love it anyway. I'm really glad there are people in the world that have a thing for archaeology because I would give up digging after a day. 

This is the Neolithic Tower. Writing didn't evolve until about 3000 BC, so this tower predates much knowledge.

Remember the story of Herod the Great? The king who was ultra paranoid that the prophesied "King of the Jews" ie Christ would overrule him, so he had young boys killed? Well it turns out the guy is as big of a jerk as everyone thinks. He didn't have a very strong claim to political legitimacy, so he married a women name Mariamne who was a decendant of the latest Hasmonean ruler and then he murdered her because he thought she was plotting against him. He built up the temple in Jerusalem to gain forced favor with the people. He also went ahead and murdered his brother-in-law because he was popular. Herod had him drowned in one of his pools at his Winter Palace in Jericho. Herod met his demise at any rate: he was described as having fever, itching, gangrene, rotting flesh etc. He knew people wouldn't be upset when he died, so he ordered the chief men of Jerusalem to be gathered up and slaughtered on the day of his death in order to initiate mourning. The plan wasn't put into action when he died.

So Jericho is famous for a few reasons: namely being the oldest city in the world, the lowest city in the world (the city sits below sea level), and having the best bananas.

I just realized I flexed in a lot of my pictures this week.

Low quality picture, high quality bananas

So they also have the best fresh squeezed pomegranate juice in the world. I love Jericho.

Susanna can't keep her eyes open ever. 

So I do have a lot more interesting/fun things to share but I have to pack for Jordan sometime in the next five minutes and get some sleep. We had to stay up late last night because we discovered that Sara smooched one of my family home evening sons from last year (sidenote to Amy... it was Keaton. Ahaha). As a result imma walkin zombie today. I'm just going to add pictures and share a little and I'm out.

Getting in touch with my hippie side yet again. I know I was thinking about Cheetos in this picture. This picture was taken overlooking the road from Jerusalem to Jericho where the story of the Good Samaritan would have taken place. 

Kara and me in front of the road to Jericho again. Notice the really intricate monastery behind us.

Saying goodbye to Lizzie's mullet.

I'm a HAIRCUTTING GENIUS!!! My first time giving a haircut except for the time I cut off my cowlick in seventh grade.

Not Cheetos, but almost equally as exciting.

Oh hey I found a chocolate coconut candy bar addiction. Jordan, I'll bring you one back.

And I think that wraps it up! Have a good week back in the States everyone! I'm off to ride a camel in Jordan. 

Lindee

IN THE CITAAAYYYY

So I ended that last entry freezing to death and today I am a million degrees; we can't convince our room to stay cool. I hate to talk about the weather since I've been watching the weather in IF and Provo, but it's been about sixty degrees the entire week. Obviously the snow disappeared. Ok so here's where I left off...

WHAT A WEEK!!

I'll start with Saturday. Obviously the customs here are a lot different than in the United States and because of that we hold our Sabbath day services on Saturday. Which is easily the best thing in the world. Sacrament meeting is really distracting because right behind the speaker is a ginormous window that overlooks the city. I was also feeling fairly jittery because we were leaving the Center for the first time since we'd arrived. It's great when someone refers to Christ during church because it's always followed by a smug five second pause of acknowledgment that the events happened in the area we live in. We left the Center with all eighty of us in tow and we probably looked like a mob. We passed a lot of children that wanted to wave to us and ask us our names. I went with the mob mentality and didn't change out of my long skirt, but I did put on another skirt underneath my original one in order to stay warm. Ok I admit that it wasn't my best idea, but what's a girl to do? 

These are my roommates: Michelle, me, Sara, Lizzy. Wow I really like them. I think they like me too actually. 

I'm convinced the only building regulation here is that the building material has to be the white limestone. Houses are so strategically stacked and developed without any rhyme or reason. The street vendors knew we were breaking free today and all had their business cards ready to pass out as we walked by. On our way home one of the vendors yelled "you people are weird, but we love you."I'm starting to think that's a very common motif for the people here: everyone thinks everyone else is weird. Inside the gates of the Old City there are different quarters for different religions; there is a Christian, Muslim, Jewish, and an Armenian quarter. Also, I would just like to help everyone assimilate a new image of what the locals look like here. Hollywood makes them scary and unattractive whereas the opposite is quite true. So maybe the jokes about me marrying a local haven't been too far off base. Ok, I'm sure you're dying to actually find out where we went on this trip:

The Garden Tomb. Cool, huh?? I'm convinced my excitement for this place is never going to die off. So let me tell you a little about the site and what exactly is going on here. There are two sites in Jerusalem that different religions claim are the spots that the Savior was crucified and buried. The first site is the Garden Tomb, and it is quite a bit more esthetically pleasing than the second place. The Protestant church owns and cares for the property. You kind of just walk along outside the city wall of Jerusalem and suddenly you see the sign that leads you to the Garden Tomb. The director of the place wanted to speak with us and then hand us over to the priest tour guides. He had a really great British accent, and complemented the Mormon religion on their uncanny ability to break out in a "darling" four part harmony. I assure you there is nothing darling about my part of the four, and harmony is quite the hyperbole in accords to my singing. At any rate he asked us to sing in the garden before we left. Our tour guide took us to an overlook that faced a thirty foot high cliff that is rumored to be Golgotha, the place where the Savior hung on the cross. 

Golgatha in Hebrew means "skull," and it is thought that this cliff has a skull in the rock. The mouth was destroyed when a bus stop was put in, but you get the general idea. 

We then walked through some well-kept grounds to a spot very close to Golgatha that held the tomb. Let me explain some history here quickly. The second spot (the Church of the Holy Sepulcher, I'll talk more about this later) that is thought to be where the Savior was crucified/buried is tightly held onto by the Catholic, Armenian, and Orthodox clergy and the Protestants have had a difficult time worshipping there. In 1883 some British chap, Charles Gordon, thought he recognized the skull in the hillside and he found support from the Protestant church. The archaeology of the actual tomb dates back to to the Iron Age, 900-700 years before Christ. John 19:41 states that the tomb of Christ was a new tomb. I listen, cool huh? Anyway, take what you want from that history, but the thing that is actually important from this whole adventure was printed on the wooden door that is placed over the entrance to the tomb:

Powerful, right? THAT'S the thing that actually matters. The Savior lives and thus we will live again as well. The discrepancy between the locations doesn't really matter; I still felt the influence of the Holy Ghost as we walked through the Garden. Dedicated worship is pretty moving I've decided.

This is the entrance to the tomb. The area surrounding it is quite as picturesque as you would think it to be. I'll be visiting this spot often through out the semester, so you'll see it again.

There was a Nigerian tour visiting the tomb along with a large assortment of locals and tourists. We gathered in a little amphitheater and sang some hymns about the Savior's resurrection. The second we started singing the other people there started recording us, so our harmony must have been quite "darling" after all. 

Ok, ok, ok we made it in through the city walls on Sunday. Holy smokes IT WAS SO COOL!!! We walked down the road (it's paved, I know a lot of people imagined it to be dirt road. It's actually a fairly dangerous road because the locals drive like their leg is on fire. Everyone literally just sits on their horn the whole way down the road. I'm from IF, I would die if someone put me in the driver's seat of a car in Israel, road kill).We saw Alladine's, the recommended money exchanger, and then we walked in through one of the many gates. We walked through East Jerusalem, saw all the vendors, saw a lot of the random, hidden historical/biblical sites, exited the walls and crossed over into West Jerusalem. West Jerusalem actually looks like a first world country; the buildings are nice and orderly and I don't think you can barter in the stores. It has a definite European influence (ok I don't know that I actually know what that means, but it's what I would imagine Europe would look like). The tour guides left us there to wander around. We are allowed anywhere in the city during daylight hours as long as we have three people with us. After dark we have to have a boy with us: something to do with protection, but I'm ok because papa brown bear taught me how to take out someone's knees in one kick. We were all so excited to get into the city. 

Oh, one of the spots we stopped at on our tour was the Church of the Holy Sepulcher. This is the other spot people believe may have been where Christ was crucified and buried. We sort of just ran in and out, so I don't know near as much but I just wanted to show a comparison of the two places. 

The presentation of the two places is astronomically different as you can see. The ornamentation is slightly gaudy at the Church of the Holy Sepulcher, but a lot more people believe this is the actual site. Again, it doesn't really matter all that much.

We exchanged money at Alladine's and got going. American money has nothing on shekels, it's so cool looking! The exchanger had a bunch of wedding announcements from previous BYU students hanging on the walls of his shop.

While we were out exploring the city I sort of fell in love with the pottery they have, and I'm so set on bringing back plates in my carry-on in April. They're gorgeous and I'll share pictures when I actually buy them. I did end up purchasing one thing in the city: a scarf. I know, I know, everyone is shocked. It's almost a betrayal of culture and tourism not to purchase a scarf. I wore it on the field trip we went on on Monday so that's exciting. 

As we wandered through the city we heard a bunch of kids yelling in a park area, so we went to investigate and found them playing soccer. We joined in and basically got creamed. It was a classic example of the division of languages, but we had a lot of fun with it. The kids love when you ask to take pictures with them. I don't have the picture currently so just imagine it. 

We ran out of the city because it was getting close to night and some guy tossed me something called a filafel on our way out. I think it's mashed garbanzo beans with cilantro, dipped in batter and fried. My first encounter wasn't a good one, but I tried one later that week that I really loved. Filafel seems to be the American hamburger of Jerusalem. 

Tye Christensen saved my life while we were in the city. Ok, so I wouldn't even mention that because it wasn't a big deal, but people know Tye and as a result you get the story. It's going to take one-two sentences. I was walking, he was behind me, some fifteen year old boys tried to run into me, Tye said no. Mike, aren't you happy?? 

The next day we went on another field trip through out the city in order to view Jerusalem and the surrounding areas from different vantage points. We visited places like the Augusta Victoria church, the overlook of Bethlehem, an overlook of Jerusalem from the west, and a few other points.  

This picture was taken at one of the overlooks. You can see Jewish graves behind us and the Dome of the Rock. The Jewish graves are interesting because they don't actually bury the boxes, they leave them sitting out. I should definitely ask one of my professors why. Oh, this is Tye.

Kara and I found the Ark of the Covenant! We left it though because I imagine shipping would be astronomical. This was taken in the Augusta Victoria church that sits on the Mount of Olives. Speaking of which, the mountains here (mount of olives, Mount Hermon, Temple Mount) are definitely not mountains; they're more like little hiccups in the land. The Jerusalem Center actually sits on the Mount of Olives. Coooool.

This is Anne. We are the bus doctors and will solve all of your medical problems. However, I am only a first semester nursing student and, consequently, my scope of practice only enables me to take your pulse in eight different places. We take care of all the medical emergencies when they arise. We have a drug for everything in that bag.

I have one last big thing to add and them Imma wrap it up. We visited the Western Wall (the outside stone wall of where the temple was) on Friday afternoon as they were welcoming in the Sabbath. WOW. That was absolutely the coolest thing in the world. The Jewish people all gather and pray and touch the wall. They won’t go on Temple Mount (where the Dome of the Rock currently is) because they are wearisome of passing through where the Holies of Holy once was, so the Western Wall is the closest they'll go. I have obtained such a great respect for the Jewish people. The devotion is inspiring. It was incredible to see teenage girls with their moms sharing prayer books and worshipping on a Friday night. They split the girls and the boys onto different halves of the wall so that that the boys will actually focus and use the time to worship. Some of the people sing and dance and celebrate while other people pray and focus on things they are struggling with. People will write prayers down and stick them in cracks of the wall. From what I've heard, someone gathers all the prayers and saves them somewhere. I wrote a prayer on a piece of my temple recommend (that's all the paper I had with me haha, it was expiring soon anyway) and placed it in the wall. It was such an inspiring night. 

This is Hannah. We went into the city sometime last week and tried something called shawerma. Ok it is so good. I LOVE IT! Also my China made scarf was appalling to all the street vendors. You can bet your bottom dollar I will never wear it in the city again.

I know, it's artsy. Right? Ok, so this is a close up of shawerma. (Mom, you would potentially love this). What you're seeing is fresh pita bread, chicken, cucumbers, tomato, and some light lemony dressing with a bit of spice. I don't even miss Cafe Rio anymore. ABSOLUTELY DIVINE. 

In the street they have these tables of gummy candies everywhere. So I love it, but I can't help but wonder where they hide all of the chocolate. Ok, that's not true. I purchased 20 shekels worth of candy just yesterday. These people love their European chocolate. Ok, so do I.

These little girls really were excited to talk to us on our way home one day. They couldn't speak English, but they were very proficient in waving. They started jumping up and down when we showed them our cameras to take a picture. They hugged us for the next two hundred yards. Sometimes the kids aren't so friendly: Sara has a bruise the size of a small whale on the back of her heel from a thrown rock. 

HARRRRRYYYYY POTTTTTERRRRRRR!!!

Things that have changed since my last post: Technically everything but oh boy do I love the people here. I now have 82 new friends that I genuinely like: everyone is so weird!! I have a friend on every floor in every room. I also have figured out who one of my professors looks like, Professor Stratford, and I was really excited when I made the connection. Daniel Radcliff. I honestly just stare at him during lecture because it's so funny to me. In the third movie Harry has a crying scene that is off the charts horrible, ya? Well I spend a lot of class trying to imagine Professor Stratford crying on a rock and yelling about Sirius Black killing his parents. It's absolutely enthralling. I also have received a calling in my ward. I am the new... dun duh duh duh!!... Sunbeams teacher. You better believe I'm all about that. We have five little kids, and we just wrestle for two hours. Wearing maxi skirts that reach my toes suddenly have a HUGE advantage.

It feels like I've been here a month already. I imagine Nathan is going to be three inches taller when I return home in April. I have managed to find some really cool souvenirs for some really cool people. Have a safe, fun week. I'm in love with this city.

Oh, as a running count I have eaten 44 pieces of pita bread with Nutella on them. I guess that's what happens when you average two for lunch, two for dinner, and five one day when you're craving chocolate. Unfortunate stuff here, it's only been a week and a half. 

I'M CRAVING NUTELLA,

Lindee

This Israel Cool (Get it?)

Today is my second full day in Jerusalem and I thought I should jot down a few things that have happened so far, especially since I'm incredibly jet lagged and hardly remember what my middle name is most of the time. I didn't actually believe jet lag was a real thing; I assure you I'm now a firm believer. I feel like I am in a psychiatric hospital and oriented X zero. (Amy? Ya? [Hopefully she followed: inside joke that actually wasn't an inside joke.]) I am nine hours ahead of Idaho Falls. So now I'm going to stop whining about my mushy brain state and report things that will actually be interesting. Maybe. Any wit or charm I once may have had was left in the states. 

Flight: slept two hours. Sat by other students going to Jerusalem. Did a LOT of people watching. Came out of the ordeal with a few flashcards for a test and a good amount of disorientation. Oh hey, this is cool, we flew over Greece and there weren't any clouds so we could see the city. Maybe Google a picture, three inches of airplane window doesn't permit much creativity.

Everything else: We arrived in Tel Aviv at 2:30 pm, (the capital of Israel if you are a democratic American, or so I'm told by papa brown bear) gathered our luggage, and found our buses. The trip to Jerusalem (the capital of Israel if you are a republican American, or so I'm also told by the oh so wise dad of mine) is 50 miles inland and took about an hour to reach it. The city is not anything like I had expected. Everything is green. The roads signs all look as they would in America but they have Arabic, Hebrew, and English printed on them. The buildings are all built in the same style, a sort of gray/tan rock. It's a beautiful city. My old testament teacher (he'll also be my field trip guide) sat at the front of the bus and told us some of the things we were seeing. There were wrecked planes memorialized on the side of the road. We arrived at the Jerusalem Center (Mormon University as the locals call it) soon after it started raining. January is Jerusalem's rainiest month, but we were expecting snow that night. We sat through a trillion hours of orientation and they shepherded us into classes for another trillion hours. I met my roommates (all three of who I really like) and we crashed. But I woke up about every hour because of the weird time change. Then at five am the call to prayer sounded. To be honest I still don't know much about it except for what I learned in middle school. But that's the reason why I'm here. I already feel like I know so much more than I did a week ago. Anyway, the call to prayer lasted a reallllllly long time. An hour and a half. The center sits on top of a hill overlooking Jerusalem.. as such.

Where's Waldo? (Find the Dome of the Rock)

Anyway, in my half awake stupor I imagined a scene similar to the Who's in Whoville singing around the Christmas tree and the noise drifting up towards the Grinch who was on Mount Krumpet. We hear the call to prayer five times a day and I think I'm starting to actually really enjoy hearing it. So I finally just got up. It had snowed! It hasn't snowed in Jerusalem in ten years so the locals were all not sure what to do. A few of the local employees at the center were "snowed in" and couldn't make it to work. School was all canceled for the city; all day I could hear kids screaming outside. On the hills you could see children having snowball fights. Here's a picture taken from my balcony.

If you're wondering why I look tired... it's because I am.

We went to more orientation in our disorientated state all day. Met a lot of fun people. Froze (The building isn't made for cold weather: the walls are stone and glass windows). I finished a Genesis reading for my class scheduled for the next day and it took me three hours. We only read Genesis 11-17, but according to the syllabus we actually need to know what we read when we come to class. I learned a lot of things about Abraham. Did anyone realize him and Sarah were half siblings? Genesis 20:12. Interesting, right? The next day in Old Testament I realized just how overwhelmingly glad I am to be here. IT'S SO COOL!! Someone mentioned a Book of Mormon prophet, Nephi, who slew Laban, a wicked king, in Jerusalem and the whole class had an aha moment. We're HERE. We're in the land where the world evolved and developed. I'm in the lands where Paul taught, where the apostles walked and taught, where King David and King Solomon ruled, and most importantly where the Savior completed the atonement for us. They all lived here. They are all real people. My old testament class was the best two hours I've spent here so far. I'm absolutely excited beyond belief.

So on a definite less serious note... let's talk about the electricity. Ohhh boy, the electricity. Suddenly "how many Jerusalem students does it take to change a light bulb and figure out the electricity" doesn't seem like such a joking matter anymore. I probably can't even count on both hands how many people have a.) ruined a blow dryer b.) blown a fuse or c.) melted an adaptor. You're wondering how you melt an adaptor I suppose. I mean I've heard of people melting their adaptor... I don't know about it from experience or anything. From what I've... heard... if you leave an adaptor plugged into the wall it will overheat and make the plastic all melty and gooey. I also... heard... that it smells terrible. 

Those melty sinkholes aren't actually supposed to be there. RIP Addy the Adaptor. NOBODY WARNED ME!

I'm safe and sort of on cloud nine as of right now. We have church meetings on Saturday and then we are going to visit the Garden Tomb. At that point we are allowed to go exploring in the Old City. 

I'm freezing.

Unfortunately, I think all of my entries will be about this same length or longer. So I'll just apologize now. I'm glad to be here but when I pause to breath I realize I miss my family and friends. Jordan would sure love this. Kent papa brown bear Oseen could teach this. REMEMBER TO WASH YOUR HANDS! I don't think it's a very good idea for anyone to be contracting the flu right now. Keep America in control.

Imma learnin a lot,
Lindee