Finding Jesus in the Holy Land... Literally

Last Tuesday, I was walking to class by myself, kind of whistling and bobbing my head along, minding my own business. I cross the street, and I see this guy turn the corner and begin walking behind me.

That guy?

Jesus.

Or His twin.

Or a guy that looks JUST LIKE HIM.

Seriously.

He had long brown hair, a full beard, and was wearing head to toe white, loose linen clothing. It had been raining earlier in the day so the ground was a patchwork of puddles and slick pavement, but Jesus (I refer to him in my head as 'Hay-Sus' so it's less potentially blasphemous) was in bear feet just walking up the sidewalk.

I kept throwing confused glances over my shoulder, and Jesus kept on walking behind me for a good 200-300 yards. I'm starting to get anxious; am I hallucinating? Is it really Him? Am I even crazier than hallucinating because I'm starting to think it might be?

Finally Jesus turns and walks into an Aroma (Israel's answer to Starbucks), and I'm immensely relieved.

My Hebrew is waaay to bad to be trying to talk to Him.