We planned to go first thing on Saturday morning and then drive home directly afterward. But we'd come such a long way and not spent much time with Uncle Rod & Aunt Laura and Jonathan, that we decided to stay all day Saturday and drive home on Sunday.
So we hung out with the Bonnell's all morning and then went to the 12:30 session. The 12:30 session on the second Saturday of the month. The Spanish Session.
I learned a few things. Apparently "James" translates into "Santiago". "Peter, James & John" = "Pedro, Santiago & Juan." I learned that I don't know the endowment well enough to follow along in Espaniol!
It is a small temple and a was full session, so they didn't have enough translaters for all the English speakers. James and I shared a translater. He told me afterwards that he listed to the session in German, English, Spanish, Tongan, Dutch, Japanese, etc.
Luckily, my name was from Mexico, so I hope she was able to absorb all that she needed.
Very glad we made the effort to come - shouldn't forget that experience!
Our drive home on Sunday was uneventful and very quick compared to poking across the state on Highway 50. I-80 was fast and straight. We did stop at the salt flats for a walk/stretch/bathroom break and read the signs about world-land-speed records. But my camera was somewhere in the car. No pictures.
Finally, finally home again. And after about 50 trips with stuff from the car, it'll take a month to put the apartment back together. That was fun.








































