Being at the Western Wall was far from what I had expected. On a crowded Sunday morning, I had to fight my way through hundreds of women in order to even see it. As I got closer, soon I began to see folded prayers on the ground. Even though the wall had been cleaned a few weeks previous, prayers still overflow from the crevices onto the ground. I put my hand to the wall and said a prayer before slowly backing away while still facing the wall- a sign of respect. One of my best moments in Israel- not something that I will ever forget.