Planning Redemption Session

Well after a review of yesterday, Katherine and I expressing some feelings, giving some apologies and then attempted to plan again. Planning was a success! What a relief from yesterday. I’m excited for all of the things that we’ll go see. We’re going to Cover from Paris to Rome, and Bled to Nice.

We visited a flea market after our planning feat. The sight was a grid of divided shambles. Little pots of sellers with his or her items ranging from treasures scrimmaged from a land fill, to used hand-stitched leather bags and homemade broaches. We walked by large piles of clothes, unorganized, unsorted, piled to a peak. Simply, it was like the biggest yard sale I’ve seen, with near one hundred participants who had rummaged up what they could, from who knows where, trying to make a Euro. Between the heat and among the minority of non-smokers, Katherine and I didn’t linger very long. I found nothing to arouse my bill fold, but the sight itself was priceless.

For dinner I ate noodles and Katheine had a donair style rap. We both have had successes with these two meals, but this time only Katherine was a winner. My noodles, usually thick and very oriental, were replaced with cheap spaghetti noodles. Never again will I go to that stand without fighting the urge to burn it down.

Tonight was the first session of conference. It started at 6 and went to 8. We got there at 10 to 8. What happened? Well, the tram that we needed to get to the chapel was broken or something and never came. Later we heard something about a huge marijuana party on the tram track. What a perfect place to party. We weren't the only ones not too thrilled to be down a tram. It seemed to put out crowds of people that were waiting just like us. Before knowing about the bong fest up the line, we ventured down the line by subway to see if we would be able to catch a tram closer to the church. Still no luck.

The Lord promises us his grace after all we can do; so Katherine and I rented bikes setting out to peddle our way to hear from the mouth of our prophet. Vienna has stations around the city where you can rent bikes and then return them to the next station, and the first hour is free. K: I haven't riden a bike in probably ten years, and you can see by my outfit of the day that I was just thrilled about this plan. It was an adventure though and it was fun. 

It was an adventure, and though we arrived with only ten minutes remaining, we made it. Victory! The last ten minutes we were pleasured with the remarks of President Uchtdorf’s message—“You matter to Him”. It was worth all the effort just to hear what we did.