Sat and Sun

Saturday, after Brett got off work, we went to a town called Solothurn.We didn't really know what to do there but went anyways. On our way to the train station here, we stopped at a local place and I had my first kepab: a Turkish burrito pretty much. Brett has always talked about them and now I can relate. It was pretty good actually, and probably the closest thing that we will get to Mexican food here. In Solothurn we went looking for ice cream. 

It's a bummer because all the shops close at the same time we get off work. So no authentic Swiss ice cream yet, but we did go to McDonald's for some ice cream. The sweetest looking McDonald's we have ever seen. It had sliding doors, exotic colors, bar stools and booths, nice art on the wall. When you first walked in there was a McCafe stand where they had coffee and all these kinds of sweet pastries. It was weird. Oh and instead of having burgers on the wall and market that, they market their salads! Weird... wasn't the same. So we asked for a McFlury to split and a cup of water.... they charge for a cup of water over here!!! Lame. God bless America right then. We don't really know why because they have those fountains everywhere... not like it's a big deal to give us a little cup of water. It was really good water though. There was a beautiful river through the town that we took some pictures of. It was a pretty town.

On Sunday, we had our first church experience here together. It was just like old times for Brett, but kind of a downer for me. In other countries I have been to I have been so estranged from the language that was spoken there. German is like nothing I have experienced through my life, Spanish is the main language I hear. So I felt out of place with everyone speaking German. Brett understood, so made it a little harder because I was the only one left out. It was a cute little chapel and the people were very friendly. Needing a translator for everything just wasn't the funnest thing. One lady helped me out in relief society though. She had great English but I could tell she was getting a little tired of translating. She asked if I spoke any German at all because it would be very helpful. I said no, and she followed by asking me if I speak any other language. She was very blunt about the whole conversation and I felt a little sensitive at the time... it was awkward and didn't feel good. But we made it through church.

Later that evening we met Ruth and Heinz's son Oliver at dinner. He and Heinz gave us a guitar concert. They are very good. Heinz was trying to give Brett some pointers with some country tunes. It was funny. Later that evening we had the chance to go to the temple for the first time. It was a beautiful drive. Green hills, thick forest trees, cows on the hills, and country roads all the way there. It was like a dream. The temple was great. The locals do not like the Angel Moroni though. It was placed on the temple a few years ago and they are still getting used to it. Angel Moroni faces east but the temple front doesn't so it looks a little funny. How can a temple look bad though, it was great. Surrounded by all green grass, flowers, and big trees. It was a great Saturday and Sunday.