Well. . . a few minutes ago Bro. Millet rang my doorbell. He is the overseer of the Missionary Apt. Bldg. where we stay. He asked me if I could go talk to a lady in English, because he doesn’t do English. I went downstairs, and found a 38-40 year old lady who was frustrated with trying to get around Europe. She had two high school kids in tow and they had not found their lodging last night until 3 a.m. this morning. And their map and GPS told them the Swiss temple was in Thun, not Zollikofen. Gutsy people. . . (No language skills at all!) They’re kind of at the mercy of the locals! I wouldn’t have done what they did (at least I wouldn’t go to China, because I don’t do Chinese!) I probably wouldn’t even go to Russia or Greece, Stacy!
Anyway, she started to cry when she found there was an English speaker here. I took her to the temple hostel, got them fixed up and took them to a little restaurant. They’ll come to the temple tomorrow. Mom said, “I hope the girls remembered to bring their recommends!” She’s right!
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Anyway. . . let’s count our blessings! And always be prepared (…huh! Is that ever possible?) Luv, Dad.
Anyway, she started to cry when she found there was an English speaker here. I took her to the temple hostel, got them fixed up and took them to a little restaurant. They’ll come to the temple tomorrow. Mom said, “I hope the girls remembered to bring their recommends!” She’s right!
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Anyway. . . let’s count our blessings! And always be prepared (…huh! Is that ever possible?) Luv, Dad.
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