After the Church of the Holy Sepulcher, it was the Western Wall we wanted to see.  It was still early, no later than 10 am, when we arrived but there were already hundreds of worshipers praying at the wall.  The only requirement was for me to wear a kippah on my head. 

I looked for a spot to pray at and pray I did.  I closed my eyes and placed my head close to the wall.  I could hear everyone around me pray .  In fact I could hear the men's lips move.  It was a very moving experience.  Never in a million years did I think I would get to see let alone pray there.  I don't think I'll ever forget that moment. 

What I found most surprising was that the Jewish people at the site thanked me for coming and praying with them.  They were so welcoming.