Day 5

The weather has been very temperamental. Yesterday we sweated and risked sun burn, and on Sunday we had snow. Church was at 12, so I finished my talk in the morning (I borrowed heavily from a Mother's Day talk I gave in my home ward and added a story from Elder Eyring's General Conference talk) and we walked to church at 11 in the chilly wind. The Kazakhs, who dress their babies as eskimos even in 80o heat, sure must have thought we were crazy as we walked with Holland in a baby carrier and only a blanket.

Church was pleasant and spiritual. Well I assume it was spiritual; I was stressing through most of sacrament meeting (where I passed) because I was thinking about giving the second talk. Whitney played an arrangement of The Spirit of God, which was of course beautiful. Then second hour was Gospel Doctrine/Essentials, and then that was it- no 3rd hour. The counselor who presided works for the embassy, so it was insightful to hear about his career path (he was previously a VP for a tech company). So far he's been assigned to India, Brazil, Kaz, and is now going to Georgia. Pretty cool, and somewhat tempting...

After church we stayed inside and napped while wind and snow blew. For dinner my parents made spaghetti and sauce, perfect for a blustery day.


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