Seven Arches Hotel

This journey was not just a physical journey. It was a pilgrimage of the soul. I walked ancient streets, touched stones that had heard prayers for centuries, and prostrated myself in places where heaven met earth. Each step in Jerusalem was like leafing through a living chapter of the Bible—but not as a reader… as part of the story. On the Via Dolorosa, I felt the weight of the cross. Each stone seemed to carry the echo of Jesus’ footsteps. It was not just a road—it was an altar of pain and salvation. And there, something inside me broke. I surrendered. Before the Stone of Anointing, I could not hold back the tears. It was impossible. My body bowed, but it was my soul that surrendered. To feel that Jesus was on that very ground… that His body was prepared there after the crucifixion… is something that words cannot explain. Only the spirit understands. In the tunnels of the Western Wall, I experienced one of the most powerful moments of my life. I cried like a child. But they were tears of encounter with God. A reunion with my essence. An invisible but real embrace. My faith was rekindled with strength. And when I arrived at Golgotha, the place where Jesus was crucified, my heart almost stopped. It was there that love conquered death. And there, I understood that I was not just visiting a sacred place… I was stepping into the miracle itself. This trip was not tourism. It was a turning point. God touched me in every detail, in every corner, in every silence. I return different. I return marked. I return restored

There was no elevator in the room we stayed in. . . . What to do for the elderly. The service is quite good. The location is suitable for watching the old city, but it is inconvenient to travel

Localização maravilhosa com uma belíssima vista de Jerusalém. Instalações antigas mas bem cuidadas. Limpeza tava ok, trechos grandes com carpete, dá sensação de muita poeira acumulada. Café da manhã bastante diferente do que costumamos comer no Brasil, mas muito bem servido.