We followed a multitude of streets within the souq to the gate where we parked. I stopped often to ask the way to Bethlehem. “Excuse me, could you tell me how to get to Bethlehem?” While we drove I still couldn’t believe that I was going to Bethlehem. “Adam, pull over I want to ask directions again.” Adam didn't see the beauty in me repeating the word Bethlehem; he followed street signs and refused to support any more of my requests to stop.