Yet another day we haven't locked ourselves out of our apartment!!
The Ruckers had asked us to pick up the Browns from the airport for their auditing conference this weekend. We hadn't been back to the airport since we arrived here about midnight six and a half months ago. The highway to the airport follows along side of the ocean - very close to the side of the ocean in fact.
This is the highway alongside the ocean. There are places like this that the ocean is no more than 8' from the ocean. For someone who doesn't particularly like water, this isn't very comfortable even though it is so beautiful. The ocean was such brilliant shades of blue today - some turquoise. some deep dark blue.
We thought about making a sign for the Browns so they would know who we were but the other missionaries told us that wouldn't be necessary because they could easily pick us out - we would be the only white people in the airport. That wasn't true - there were two others! All we knew about the Browns was that they were black and from Jamaica so trying to pick them out of the crowd was a bit worrisome. However as soon as they walked through the gateway door there was no question who they were and they picked us out quickly. That must have been tough... Anyway they were much younger than we expected and absolutely delightful people. AND they spoke English. English is their national language. They were staying in the Marriot Hotel right around the corner from us so we dropped them off for a few hours then picked them up and took them to the dinner at the Institute for the auditors from all over the Caribe area. We had been to the Institute once but from a different direction. So we headed out and drove for a couple of miles not really knowing were we were going.
Brother Brown asked, "Am I to understand you don't know how to get to the Institute?" Probably a normal question for someone who wanted to be someplace on time!
"No, we have no idea where we are going." I thought he was going to jump out of the car and hail down one of those dilapidated taxis. I was trying hard not to laugh out loud! He had been there a couple of times before so directed us to his destination. Then we didn't know how to get home but found a great new one way street with no stops that brought us right home. We need to pick up Sister Brown and two other women to take to the temple in the morning. Even though they are right around the corner it takes ten minutes in the car to get there from our apartment because of the one way roads. Those city people who say they love the city because they have access to everything are crazy. It takes me much less time to get from the ranch to the grocery store than it takes to get to the store here in the city. Fighting this traffic is a nightmare if you are in a hurry -and even if your not!
It's been a stressful week for us. Scott even agreed tonight to play a Phase 10 game with me.
The Ruckers had asked us to pick up the Browns from the airport for their auditing conference this weekend. We hadn't been back to the airport since we arrived here about midnight six and a half months ago. The highway to the airport follows along side of the ocean - very close to the side of the ocean in fact.
There are actually seven airports on this island but they are all small.
This is the highway alongside the ocean. There are places like this that the ocean is no more than 8' from the ocean. For someone who doesn't particularly like water, this isn't very comfortable even though it is so beautiful. The ocean was such brilliant shades of blue today - some turquoise. some deep dark blue.
We thought about making a sign for the Browns so they would know who we were but the other missionaries told us that wouldn't be necessary because they could easily pick us out - we would be the only white people in the airport. That wasn't true - there were two others! All we knew about the Browns was that they were black and from Jamaica so trying to pick them out of the crowd was a bit worrisome. However as soon as they walked through the gateway door there was no question who they were and they picked us out quickly. That must have been tough... Anyway they were much younger than we expected and absolutely delightful people. AND they spoke English. English is their national language. They were staying in the Marriot Hotel right around the corner from us so we dropped them off for a few hours then picked them up and took them to the dinner at the Institute for the auditors from all over the Caribe area. We had been to the Institute once but from a different direction. So we headed out and drove for a couple of miles not really knowing were we were going.
Brother Brown asked, "Am I to understand you don't know how to get to the Institute?" Probably a normal question for someone who wanted to be someplace on time!
"No, we have no idea where we are going." I thought he was going to jump out of the car and hail down one of those dilapidated taxis. I was trying hard not to laugh out loud! He had been there a couple of times before so directed us to his destination. Then we didn't know how to get home but found a great new one way street with no stops that brought us right home. We need to pick up Sister Brown and two other women to take to the temple in the morning. Even though they are right around the corner it takes ten minutes in the car to get there from our apartment because of the one way roads. Those city people who say they love the city because they have access to everything are crazy. It takes me much less time to get from the ranch to the grocery store than it takes to get to the store here in the city. Fighting this traffic is a nightmare if you are in a hurry -and even if your not!
It's been a stressful week for us. Scott even agreed tonight to play a Phase 10 game with me.
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