Needed a separate post for this...
photo credit: abby reiss
Thought it would be no big deal, but the moment I approached it, I got teary. It only got worse from there. I touched it. Within minutes I had tears streaming down my face and snot dripping out of my nose. Totally hot. I whispered my prayers and then tucked my notes (prayers on paper) into the wall's cracks. I had also brought along with me a note that my grandma Gwennie had written to my mother 30+ years ago- just so that something in her writing could be left behind there. She died 20 years ago, but is still very much with me.
Here is a pic of Greg and me with Issey, tour guide extraordinaire, in front of said wall.