Amanda and I are spending the summer digging, but not holes. That is the number one rule in archaeology. You must peel back the dirt, the layers of time, one by one. Each layer is a civilisation, a generation, a family, much like you or me. Digging holes mixes everything up and then you can't learn anything about anyone. It's a lesson in the value of deliberate and well-planned effort.
We are spending July at an archaeological excavation in Tel es-Safi, Israel. The site is ancient Gath, hometown of Goliath. We spend our days digging through 3,000 year old artefacts to piece together a picture of Philistine life. Amanda has done this enough times to be a square supervisor, otherwise known as my boss.
Please admire my Philistine earring below. If you are wondering if it is simply a seashell with a hole in it, you would be correct.
Now that you have the briefest of introductions into our current circumstances, there will be plenty of time to catch you up on the wild ride of Amanda's and my first year together. So far married life has felt like river rafting: slow meandering progress and beautiful scenery in every direction... only occasionally interrupted by class VI rapids which threaten to capsize your kayak and smash you into a large boulder.
Okay I'm exaggerating, but I assume you know the feeling.
Watch for upcoming posts on immigration, study permits, med school prep, travels to Greece, international drivers licenses, and cockroaches. Maybe we'll even stretch back further to D.C., Stampede, Parliament, MA degrees, and (SO MANY) secondary border screenings. I bet Amanda will even post a wedding pic.
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