Monday, June 4, 2012

Jesus in the Galilee: Now Christianity Makes Sense

  

If ever I had respect for Jesus:

   We visited the Mount of Beatitudes in summer and it must have been 101 degrees outside.  With 80 % humidity it was like walking through glitter putty air.   And Jesus Preached on that hill.   IN the SUN.    With no AIR-CON to look forward to.    NOT even a cool evening breeze to Soothe His brow at end of day.

I can't imagine Jesus even walking up that hill, much less preaching for hours on it.   Without completely dissolving into sweat.   (If I can say that respectfully.)

It's the little things He has done for us that sometimes get you.   If he suffered even that for me, so we could be tight, I can suffer for Him, and go through whatever comes my way, right?   'Cause He loves me.   and He's so worth it!   


Galilee is like California.   

Much Greener.   Much Cleaner.   But it has that air that says, Anything's possible! and Just be yourself!    Relax.  

It's Pink oleander and pampus grass.   I could be up at Lake Cachuma.   I felt like I could finally breathe up there.   

I had been living in Jerusalem.    I had to remember, Jerusalem was where Jesus went to die, not where He lived. 

So Jesus, from my humble observations, started his life in a place that exuded FREEDOM.   Nature.   High Vistas.    Out-of-Bounds living.   Simple.   Hopeful Expectations.    Whispers on the wind.      ,,,Legendary... 


When I first came to Israel, I volunteered in the hill country of Judea.   A few months later, I was in the heart of Jerusalem.  

I walked on the streets of the Old City, down the Via Dolorosa and climbed to the top of the Mt. of Olives.  I was searching for an understanding of God.    But it wasn't until we were driving along the shores of the Sea of Galilee that I understood how special Jesus was in the light of His message.


In His day, He was a religious anomaly.    He kept the law but talked about doing only what He saw the Father do.  He upheld the law but also re-defined it's values.    He healed on the Sabbath and forgave adulteress women with a Go and sin no more.     He stood up for the weak and poor--and everyone's favorite--denounced Pharisee hypocrisy.  

Jerusalem is hard white stone and Galilee, bushing brambles and the lush greenery.   I was looked for Jesus' deeper message in the capital--the city of government and religious tradition.   But I found it in the area of his hometown.    The place of his roots.      

Nazareth in the Galilee is an area that reflects Freedom and Life. It's the most poignant backdrop for  an introduction of the New Covenant.    The Covenant that reflects the Love and Forgiveness of Elohim,   The Father.   I can only imagine Jesus's excitement as He saw His Father's plan unfold.

 It would now be meeting God as you walked on the water through wind and waves.    It would be multiplicity of provision--free food!    It would be POWER!   Over sickness and death and Hell and heartache! 

 It has begun.   He must have thought with the future in His eye.    Let's bring it!   

 

My Arab Dentist Adventure: On the way Home...


Part III

Looking deeper into the history and current status of Abu Ghosh, I just found out that it holds the Guinness Book of World Records (2010) for the biggest! plate of hummus.   Another interesting item is, the mayor’s name is Salim Jaber.   Could this be a relative of my Dr. Jaber? Is that why he is so amazing and efficient?  He is related to the mayor?   

Given the Jabers' work ethic, that would be likely.  
If  the Middle East had an ‘Angie’s List’ I would leave a raving review.  



 I also found out that Abu Ghosh is one of the oldest cities in the region. It is closely related to the city of Emmaus and was one of the gate-keeper cities for pilgrims on their way to Jerusalem. 
They have one of the oldest and most well-preserved Crusader churches on its hill. It looks like something out of the Acropolis. Across from it, there stands a statue that looks like an angel that can be seen 20 miles away from Jerusalem.

 Upon closer inspection, it is only Mary holding the infant Jesus, but you would never know from that distance.   (If it didn't look like an angel--which all three main religions in the area have in common--it might have been cracked down years ago.)


A Statue on the church of of Mary holding the baby Jesus
The statue from a little further away.
The Statue - from Jerusalem - 20 miles away.
(It's the diagonal white line in the center on the hilltop's horizon-line.
It must be a miracle to be seen  from so far away when it's only 90? ft high.)


The statue belongs to this convent honoring the site where the Ark of the Covenant rested for 20 years before David got to bring it to the temple. I happened upon this place on my way back home from the Abu Ghosh.




Elated at the success of my visit to a foreign dentist and for not being kidnapped on my first walk in an Arab city alone, I decided to explore whatever was in my path. 


On my way up the side of the hill, I practiced my Hebrew, observed a tallit-wearing Hassidic Jew with glasses in shorts and sneakers bring in boxfuls of food into a MOSQUE! ran into one of the natives that I worked with and hit upon the famed temporary resting place of the Ark of the Covenant.













This was the hill of the house of Abinadab--the place the Ark stayed for 20 years when the Philistines got so troubled by it but before it went to the household that got all blessed for 3 months by it, when David came dancing it into Jerusalem (and had to leave it there because someone got struck all dead by trying to steady it)



This day--this special day--was also when I came across a sign advertising a certain kibbutz I was keeping an eye out for.  Why was I looking for a this kibbutz, you ask?   


In 1969 when my mother was young and single, she came to volunteer in Israel at a kibbutz as I am doing now.    I just found out I am only 5 miles away from where she had her life-changing Israel encounter.













 


















































I couldn't believe I had been living within eye shot of this place.  I had been at Yad Hashmona for three months before I even knew this was here.    On this one day I got to see four major things on my Israeli bucket list.   This memorable day.  When a broken tooth, turned tragedy into triumph, and let me experience going to an Arab Dentist in Israel.



My Arab Dentist Adventure: Dr. Jaber


Part II

 
Twelve sets of eyes greeted me. Most of them were Arabic, but two were fair-skinned representatives and two looked like they were from a hippy establishment.  

All were seated in a clean, quiet, air-conditioned waiting room.   It was modern.   On the far side of the wall was a small aquarium.    If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought I was back in the States.

Trying to find the admitting window was another thing. I walked here and there,  hoping my confusion would raise a little aid.   I finally asked someone, a kibbutznik I would talk to later. She told me to give my name to the wife, who just happened to come out at that moment.


I rushed to her in my eagerness to get on the list, practically knocking her over. I didn't want to get left behind due to a 'misunderstanding'.


It was the only complaint of the auburn-haired, tie-die wearing, yoga teacher.    She was a member of a kibbutz and had taken her children to Dr. Jaber since they were small. 

"First come first serve,"  she said. It meant you could look forward to a 4-hour wait sometimes.   "He is so good. Why couldn't he just include appointments into his system?'

2 hours later - In the Dentist Office Waiting Room

Dr. Jaber’s wife was the main administrator. Silent as the grave and fore-boding in her black burka she glided in and out of the main room with a faint smile. 

I waited for about two hours before my name was called. Seven patients later, I got to go down that mysterious hallway behind the fish tank.    The well put-together waiting room had served its purpose. I was significantly anxious and relaxed before I would go 'under'. 


What came next really made me smile!

When I walked into the dental office, the dentist chair was pink.   The walls were painted a sunny Italian, stucco-yellow and there were pictures of Tuscany hanging here and there.   


Everything was thoroughly modern. A crystal chandelier even rounded-out the ambiance with a window opening to a green yard in the back. 

Pink Dentist Chair with matching rinse bowl


A piece of Italy in his office


Before I knew it, there was the man himself. Dr. Jabar.    (you will just have to imagine a kind, be-speckled man, a little shorter in stature with a 'busy-bee' mode of operandi.   


 I was expecting a much older fellow.    Our banquet hall manager--who already looked 45-50, said this Dr. Jaber was his uncle.   However, this being Muslimland, siblings from 2-4 mothers, could create an assortment of age-levels in brothers and sisters. Nephews and uncles could be similar ages. 


Dr. Jaber's nephew, our banquet hall manager, was one of the hardest working, on-his-toes, on-the-ball, staff members I have ever seen. Always busy, always moving.  It always felt like the  apocalypse was just around the corner.   At only 5’ tall, and muscular, with his "Come, come! Eat, eat!"   he reminded me of an Arabic hospitality bee.

Sufi was one of the most accommodating staff members with which the volunteers would interact. (We only saw Yad Hashmona staff at meals. This made every interaction impacting.   Sometimes good, sometimes bad.   


Sometimes we felt like an imposition—an after-thought. ‘Oh, you need to eat?'   We have to feed the volunteers too?  On top of all our duties, we need to make sure these extras have a hot meal?’ 

I heard from one volunteer, that when the college students (of an IBEX  theology program hosted at Yad Hash) went home, the kitchen pretty much just served hot dogs—with a side of rice.    Not too cool, Y8.    


(To note:   I couldn't really whole-heartedly recommend their volunteer program.    Mainly because, we hardly got to spend any time with native Israeli's.  Secondly, because it seemed like we were an after-thought.) 


 Nobody wants to feel like an after-thought when you're working really hard to bless a place and a nation that you have prayed for so much, spent your own money to get there and live on, workin housekeeping through rain or shine and in winter it is dark and cold as soon as you get off, and nobody seems to care.)  


You work alongside of some of the most amazing people though.  They are from all different countries and backgrounds.   But you wish your host organization knew how this experience would reflect on your experience in Israel.     You want to have only high thoughts towards the country  you are visiting and love everything about it.     


There were many kind strangers.     I just don't think that many people knew about our situation.    How alone you can feel when you are in a new place and dependent on someone else for your basic needs--at least in the beginning.   There is alot more to say on this whole topic.    



There was one young Israeli man who lived on the kibbutz that everyone loved!    He was made the new volunteer coordinator sometime later.     He hung out with the volunteers, went to a fellowship in Jerusalem and they all did alot of activities together.  They got to discover Israel through a real Isreali....    A great fit.     Poor guy, I bet every one of the girls is in-love with him by the end of their time there.  


Thus, when ‘Sufi's, ‘Welcome! Welcome!’    filled the air, it was such a relief!    We were there at the right time and there was food to eat.    To be welcomed to dinner.    What a pleasant surprise.   You see, sometimes there was a bar mitzvah or a wedding or a company appreciation dinner going on in the banquet hall where we ate and we would be hurried out or told to come a little later or 'why didn't you come earlier!?'   (Yes, these were some of the crazy things we worked through while vol-ing at Yad Hashmona. (Food was a big one along with visas and volunteer trips, etc. .....)
Friday Brunch in The Banquet Hall of Yad Hashmona
(Their brunch could be on a Come See Israel! advertisement)


ANYWAY.     ...Meanwhile, back in the dentist’s office, what amazed me more than the good fortune of knowing a manager related to a dentist in the Holy Land, was how this relative was the DENTIST VERSION of my favorite banquet manager. Efficient, hospitable, moving in 4 directions at once with total ease, they were mirror images of each other in their respective professions.

One of the first things Dr. Jaber did was welcome me to Israel and ask me if I liked it here. I did.  (Aside from some Yad hash let-down, I was really happy to be in Israel.)  



The Arabic music in the background was soothing. He even would have changed it if I favored another style, but I wanted to breathe in all of this cultural exchange.



He then asked about my tooth. He took a look at my broken molar and within seconds got to work. He could have done the whole job without Novocain, but because of my nerves I must have had some. 
Do we have nitrous oxide outlets in the US?


It couldn't have been 30 minutes later and he was all done.   He had created half a new tooth for the part that had come off.     He even filled in a filling next to it (at no cost!) to match the tooth next to it.    Our conversation gave me a  quick glimpse into life as an Arab-Israeli culture as well.    

 He did all this with complete confidence—not causing me any undo pain or discomfort and gave me an amazing discount as a volunteer.   ( some volunteering has benefits.   :]    )



What a professional. After wishing me well, he was off!  working on the cavities of a patient next door before his chair even stopped spinning.

He must have treated 60 people in one day. No problem. He told me to talk to his wife (when I finished rinsing and spitting)  as she would take care of my bill.


I didn't have that many shekels with me.    I hoped it  would be enough.    After checking with her husband, his secretive-smile secretary and wife handed me a copy of the bill--400 shekels! That is equivalent to $100 American dollars!    An un-heard of price in any country!   


I couldn't believe it!    It was a gift.      Dr. Jaber, the banquet manager’s uncle, had really helped me out.    And the Big Guy had really taken care of me.   It was all the money I had with me too.   An amazing discount for a shekel-strapped volunteer.


I wish I could have hugged him.    As it was, I didn't even get to give him a last thank you.    I had some candy with me so I gave it to his daughter's children sitting in a car outside. 



But you can bet that the next time I am in Israel, I am going to make a special trip to bring him the best delicacy that Portland, Oregon, has to offer. I love Dr. Jaber.   My Arab Dentist.

My view from the dentist chair - His chair (unseen) is still spinning to the right

       A Side Note:

Mid-way through the dental process—probably while waiting for a composite to solidify--he mentioned how the Arabs and Jews in this land were friends.   There is all this media talking about the fighting and the conflicts, but Arabs and Jews have lived together in peace for many years right in the same neighborhoods.    For all the media frenzy about Palestine and Israel, there is so much camaraderie and dwelling together-ness.  



The reality of living in the Middle East is buying your bread from the Jewish guy on the corner when it's Friday, and you're Arab, and going to Farid's coffee shop on Saturday when you're Jewish, celebrating Shabbos, and all the Jewish shops are closed.    Celebrating each other's weddings, grieving at each others' funerals, sharing sorrows and joys--and life in humid weather and high gas prices...   



They are two halves of the same coin. Cousins, brothers. Sons of the same Father.   Abraham.

My Arab Dentist Adventure: Walking the the Crescent, Abu Ghosh



      Of all things, I broke off half my tooth one night while I was in Israel.   Now I had to go to the dentist.  I'm in a foreign land, have limited resources and a pressing medical issue. Nightmares of decay and infected root systems danced in my head. I would have to bite the bullet and just take care of this thing.  Before it ended my life!    :]
Abu Ghosh Main Shopping Street

The Judean Hillside
I talked to my volunteer coordinator and she offered up a dentist.  But someone within earshot mentioned that a relative of the banquet hall manager, 'Sufi', was a dentist. 


 Sufi was kind enough to call up his uncle and ask if I could see him.   He even searched for the word ‘discount’ when telling me to come the next day. 




Sufi, the daytime manager, was an Arab. We hadn't had much interaction with the banquet hall staff, because as girls, we weren't encouraged to fraternize with Arab men.   And pretty much all the banquet staff, were Arab men.   Now, it should be said, that Arab men in the Middle East--well, all men in the Middle East--are kind of 'Middle Eastern men'.    If you know what I mean.   There is just a different set of cultural ques and stuff that we western girls don't know about.  Unseen trip-wires.   So to not stumble on any of these, the rule of thumb is just non-association.    It's for everyone's best interests.   One of my friends said it:  'Why do they have to be so tan!    And in such good shape.'


But I needed to see a dentist.   And if he was related to Sufi, I would have to break the silence and talk to an Arab man.          



Thus begins my adventure of seeing an Arabian dentist in Israel.



The Manager’s uncle was called Dr. Jaber (Jah-bear) and was thankfully located close by, in the town next to us, Abu Ghosh. 


Now Abu Ghosh wasn't just any ol’ Arab town. Everyone who talked about it said that it was 'special'. It was a town made up of Arabs that supported Zionists even in the time of the British occupation.   So, these were Arab-Israelis citizens.   

These Arabs fought alongside their Jewish neighbors during the war for Independence.    They saw what was coming and decided to join ranks with their neighbors when Israel was just a baby nation and was attacked by 7 other nations. 


In the following years, these neighbors were so neighborly, they even worked out their differences. Here is a little story.

A very sweet ice cream shop in Abu Ghosh.


Once upon a time in Abu Ghosh, there was a time when hard feelings developed between the Arabs and the Jews.




Neighbors were fighting with neighbors, some were even throwing rocks. 

One day, the Arabs went to a Jewish rabbi and said they didn’t want to fight with their Jewish neighbors. What should they do? 

The rabbi, very wise, said, “Bring flowers to your Jewish neighbors on Shabbat (Friday). That will solve the problem.”

Well, the Arab neighbors did this, and it helped.

Whatever happened, people stopped throwing rocks and Arabs started being invited to their Jewish neighbors for Shabbat dinner.  What a commitment to community. 

The resulting unity in Abu Ghosh is precious in sometimes tension-filled Israel. 



      This expedition was so extraordinary because I hadn't gone outside the safe walls of the Yad Hashmona compound/kibbutz alone except to catch a bus with other people to other safe places.  The city of Jerusalem, The Dead Sea, other tourist attractions.   But not my own neighborhood.    


(The second week I was in Israel, 2 lady hikers were knifed on a nearby trail 20 minutes away by two Arab men. The reason for that action was never known.)  From our Judean hilltop, we would hear coyote cries and laughing hyenas howl at night. We heard stories of Arabs in the surrounding countryside stealing goats and smaller lifestock from the Yad Hashmona Biblical Museum at one time.



A clear day.



I took the first steps toward the hill’s edge of Abu Ghosh with no small amount of trepidation. You would think I wouldn't have done it, but I was so excited to have an excuse to leave the ‘island’.  


If some terrorist attack happened I would have had a reason to be arriving in heaven early. 'It was either me or my tooth,' I would tell St. Peter at the Pearly Gates. 


I practically floated to my dental destination.  Taking pictures, breathing in Arabic sounds, trying to catch the scent of the air in my memory... 

I was so happy to be out and about.   I tried to just smile with my eyes, hidden behind my hounds-tooth captain's hat.   (Hey tourist!  we know its you!)   remembered to be careful and tried not look anyone in the eye.   

You see, Middle Eastern males seem to interpret this as, ‘You are HAPPY to see ME!’ and that starts all sorts of distractions and explanations and so on.

A picture to memorialize the day.
            Like a crescent moon, Abu Ghosh is settled on the curve of a hillside. I walked its length through a relatively empty city. ]


The sky was blue, not a cloud in sight.  Calm and serene were the city limits. A perfect day.


I passed white stone walled homes with black wrought iron fences. Girls playing in yards below asked me if I was married. “Not yet…” I said,  perfectly the opposite of non-plused by such a  reasonable question.




The longer I walked, the more worry rose in my heart that I would miss the dentist's office and wander for hours through the maze of little city.


Mid-crescent



Dropping the 'no-eyes' rule, I asked stranger after stranger if I was going the right way.   "Dr. Jaber’s, " I would say, and they would nod and look up the hill. One man pointed to a sign. I couldn't tell because of the Arabic, but because he took the time to point emphatically, I double-backed and went through its gate.   I was rewarded finally by a lush courtyard and title in English on a ceramic tile outside the door. 

 'Dr. Jaber'  it said and when I opened the door....  



In a courtyard outside of the dentist office.
Along the Courtyard

For More Arab Dentist Adventures Read Part II - My Arab Dentist Adventure: Dr. Jaber

Saturday, May 5, 2012

I Heart You, PDX

I love you, PDX. 

Let me count the ways...

Portland is so unique.

I just found out that Portland has the most Vintage Stores (40) per capita in the USA. 

2.   Portland is home to more than 40 breweries—more breweries than any other city in the world!  (Even more than Cologne, Germany.)

(In 1888 local brewer, Henry Weinhard, volunteered to pump beer from his brewery into the newly dedicated Skidmore Fountain.)

3.  Portland has been named the best city in the world for street food by several publications, including U.S. News and CNN.
(Food cart pods, approaching 500 in number [2010] spread throughout the city have come to define the scene, appearing frequently on television programs & becoming popular destinations themselves.)

4.  Portland has been referred to as one of the most environmentally friendly, or "green", cities in the world.

5.  Some of its nicknames are:  The City of Roses,  Stumptown,[Bridgetown, Rip City, Little Beirut,[Beervana, or Beertown,P-Town, Soccer City USA,Portlandia, and the synecdoche PDX.

6.   (This fact was boring.)

7.   Soccer Team:  The Timbers
8.   Basketball Team:  The Blazers

9.   A Great Portland Story:
In 1843, William Overton saw great commercial potential for this land but lacked the funds required to file a land claim. He struck a bargain with his partner, Asa Lovejoy of Boston, Massachusetts: for 25¢, Overton would share his claim to the 640 acres (2.6 km2) site. Overton later sold his half of the claim to Francis W. Pettygrove of Portland, Maine. Pettygrove and Lovejoy each wished to name the new city after his respective home town. In 1845, this controversy was settled with a coin toss, which Pettygrove won in a series of two out of three tosses.[13]
(The coin used for this decision, now known as the Portland Penny, is on display in the headquarters of the Oregon Historical Society)

10.   Our three mountains (dormant volcanoes) :  Mount Tabor rises on the city's east side. Mount Saint Helens and Mount Hood  are visible from many places in the city.   (Getting a visual of  Mount Adams makes it a 4-mountain day.)

11.   Temperature:
Portland climate is described as oceanic : mild, damp winters and relatively dry, warm summers.
It's cool, dry-summer subtropical zone = cool-summer Mediterranean.

12.   What to wear (fall/winter):  
This means light down/gortex jackets and fleece.   Fleece vests, fleece zip-ups, fleece pajama pants and fleece socks if your feet don't sweat unnecessarily.

Jackets with a hood are almost a necessity and rubber boots make life here wonderful!

13.   What to wear (spring/summer):  
a zip-up hoodie in any material with lots of layering t-shirts.   Alot of us live in REI and Columbia sportswear, but summer (all two months of it) is when we bring out our like 1 of 2 pairs of shorts. 

14.   But because we're a coole town--and because Russian immigrants have made everyone embarrassed to not look more sophisticated--you will see a nice blend of cosmopolitan diversity among the ranks of Portland's casual. 

         From This Fare City...
15.  Portland has the second largest copper hammered statue in the country. The first being the Statue of Liberty, the second being, Portlandia.

16.  It is illegal to pump your own gas in Oregon.

17.  Portland has the filthiest river in the country running right thru downtown: the Willamette.

18.   Sadly, Portland has more strip clubs, per capita, than any other city in this country.

19.  Portland has the smallest city park inside the city limits of any city in this country: Mill End Park. It is 2.5 feet in diameter.

20.  The Taco Bell at 21st and W Burnside has the busiest Fri and Sat night sales out of all the TBell's in this country. (according to the graveyard shift manager in the window)

21.5  We have no sales tax in Oregon. But we make up for it with property and income taxes.   It's a great place to buy a car if you have time to drive it to your home state. 

(Many people in the Portland Metro Area live across the river in Vancouver, WA.   They have low income/property taxes, AND save money by shopping here in Portland.   But once you cross that River, you forfeit all the poppin' Portland air and atmosphere.)

21.   In 2008 voted:

#1 for Greenest Cities (Popular Science)
#5 for Cleanest Cities (Forbes)
#1 best city to have a baby (Fit Pregnancy)
#2 largest bicycle commuter city (Bicyclist)

22.  TV Shows set in Portland: 
  • Portlandia uses Portland as the central subject of the show's sketch comedy, which alludes to the city being frozen in the 1990s pop culture decade.
  • Leverage is set in Portland beginning with season 5. Since season 2, Leverage is filmed in Oregon, with many Portland locations playing Boston and locations throughout the world.
  • Grimm (TV series) is set and filmed in Portland.

 Other:  Matt Groening, who graduated from Portland's Lincoln High School, is responsible for creating The Simpsons and Futurama.
Many of the character names in The Simpsons are taken from street names in Portland (Flanders, Rev. Lovejoy, etc.)[8]

23.   My father, who lives in Portland, was the upholsterer for some pieces on the set of Leverage.   Some of those pics are seen here.  Second down on the right)  

24.    Movies set in Portland:



Mr. Holland's Opus

1994

Portland
Foxfire1995Portland
Assassins1995Portland
 Payback1996Portland
 Pay It Forward2000Portland
 Are We There Yet?2004Portland
 Without a Paddle: Nature's Calling2008
Portland area, Clackamas County
 Gone2012Portland Metropolitan area and Portland area

25.  We recycle--everything!

26.   We love community!  

(My roommate just did some gardening with the new coffee shop-on-the-corner owner--who looks like a pirate but is a man of faith--and lives two blocks from us who I later waved to when we crossed paths biking.   A Typical day in Portland.)

Those are just a few facts among the many that make PDX such a great place to be.    Thank you Wikipedia for all your information.

Oh some more fun facts:
from here

27.    All Oregon Voting is By Mail!!!  Oregon's voter turnout is one of the highest in the United States. 

28.  As of January 2009, all restaurants and bars in Oregon are completely non-smoking.

29.   The city square downtown, Pioneer Courthouse Square, is nicknamed 'Portland's Living Room'.    And no wonder!    In the summer, it hosts 'Flicks on Bricks' and the whole neighborhood turns out with lawn chairs and blankets to watch the feature presentation, eat popcorn and accept whatever free stuff is passed around by event sponsers.  A great time!   

(Now, parks around the area have taken up the idea and are showing movies on summer evenings.)

30.  Powells Book Store.  It's the biggest independent bookstore in the country, at 1 city block long--3 stories high.  (I love the red room.)  :]

31.  Portland's city blocks are half the size of normal rectangular city blocks. (Cutting them in half increased the amount of coveted corner lots, adding more value to the city's real estate, making for smart urban planning back in the day.)    But Powells is still really Big!

32.  There is a long and vibrant underground hip-hop, techno and house music scene in Portland.

33. Portland has a number of unique bridges. The St. Johns Bridge was the first bridge to have aviation clearance lights on its towers.
(It has beautiful gothic towers, and is generally regarded as Portland's prettiest bridge, right after the Freemont.)

34. Portland's International Rose Test Garden (from 1917) is the longest operating rose test garden in the U.S.
(During World War I, hybridists from all over the world sent roses to the garden for safekeeping.)

and some more

35. Portland is the birth place of Wiki.

36. The rum and fruit juice drink mai tai was created in 1944 by Vic Bergeron, owner of Portland tiki bar and restaurant, TraderVic's.

37. Portland's nickname, Stumptown--was apt as local residents often jumped from stump to stump to make their way along muddy, unpaved streets.[1]
(The city was built up so quickly there wasn't time to clear away the stumps of cut trees.)

38. "Portland is one of the few destinations outside of France where you can take your dog into pubs."[2]

39. Tom McCall (former Portland resident, Oregonian journalist and Governor,) signed the Oregon Bottle Bill (1971), the first legislation of its kind in the U.S. It requires cans, bottles, and other carbonated beverages -- plus water since 2009 -- sold in Oregon to be returnable and refundable.[3][4]

40. You can quench your thirst downtown with public drinking fountains called Benson Bubblers. They were originally donated to Portland by a lumberman who hoped to provide a drinking alternative to taverns.

41. Portland was named the second best foodie town in the U.S. in a 2010 study.

41.5 This Northwest city also has "the largest number of vegetarian and vegan options for diners."

42. Portland still has the remnants of its Wild West past -- Horse Rings are all over the city...yes, the ones you tie a horse to!

43.  "In 2001, Portland introduced the first modern streetcar in North America, becoming a model for cities all over the country...In the 1920s, Portland had the third largest narrow gauge electric rail system in the [U.S.]. The streetcar lines formed many streets and neighborhoods that still exist today."[9]\
44.  As of the 2010 Census, Portland is the 29th most populous city in the United States