However, I had noticed that we had crossed State Street, which passes on the east side of the Temple Square complex. In fact, my friend and I had decided we would return to our apartment using that road instead of the Interstate. So once we determined that the navigator really had not done very well, I turned around and traveled back to State Street. From there it was just a matter of going far enough north, as the address was in the first block to the East.
We had a delightful visit with the family. They were so warm and friendly. I was reminded of visiting my in-laws for the first time--feeling accepted. My friend had thought we would just stay a few minutes, but we actually stayed more than an hour. And they insisted on feeding us some fresh fruit salad, which was amazing, and some Cuban sweet bread they had just gotten from a Hispanic market. I probably will not get to go visit them again, but my friend now knows how to get there without much trouble at all.
My friend and I thought we would try to find the market. I had been missing the International Market I sometimes shop at in the St. Louis area. This market was similar, and I got fresh fruits and some veggies, and farmer's cheese, salt, and cinnamon! I like cinnamon and had neglected to bring any with me from home. We both really liked having the chance to go there, and it was not hard, so my friend will be able to get there also on her own.
I had two sets of visitors today. Two sisters from Relief Society leadership came in the morning, and I found out why I had decided yesterday to make more flax seed crackers even though I had some left. I offered crackers to each of the sisters, and one of the sisters was especially excited to have some. She has an intolerance to corn, and has not found crackers commercially that she can eat. I was able to email her the recipe.
My other visitors came in the afternoon: my home and visiting teachers. They brought me a loaf of homemade bread, and stayed to visit for a bit. They also enjoyed the crackers, and now that sister also has the recipe. I learned a valuable lesson while I was figuring out how to give them directions to my apartment. I went out to the landing--and forgot to take my keys! One of the other missionaries got me back in the landing door, and I had left my apartment door open, but now I have one of my sets of keys hanging on the doorknob! I also have a note by my door to remember to take my name tag. If I can always remember those two things I will be ahead of the game!
I read through some of the papers I got from my new zone leaders yesterday, and learned that one of my duties will be to learn about the history of the countries I help people do research in. When I did my indexing batch from South Africa today, there was a place name that just did not make sense to me. I looked up the cities and towns in that country, but could not find anything close. Then I was prompted to just google as much of the name as I could figure out. There were several results, and I learned that the area was the scene of a big war--and on the date of the records I was indexing, many British soldiers lost their lives in that place. I expect that I will be learning a lot more history as I continue on this mission.
I cooked chickpeas and made some non-tahini hummus, cooked a week's supply of wheat, and prepared some chickpeas for sprouting. I will have an abundance of food to enjoy for this coming week. I did not get laundry done--but I have enough clean clothes for the week. Time now to prepare for the Sabbath.
My sweetheart sent me a video of Come, Let Us Anew, a Charles Wesley hymn about preparing for the Second Coming. What a good reminder.
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