On Sunday we woke up and went to my parents’ home ward for church. It’s located inside of a bit of office space the church leases, only a metro stop or two away from my parent’s home. We drove their car and parked in their favorite parking garage, not because it was the cheapest or easiest or greenest way to get to church, but because they wanted to check up on the parking attendant whom they’ve given a pass along card to recently. “I think he’s ready for a Book of Mormon,” my dad says excitedly.
We walk into the one-story church building where the AP’s are standing by a table filled with books of Mormon, greeting members and trying to get them excited about sharing the gospel with their friends. We turn a corner and walk down a long hallway to the chapel. It’s a modest space with simple walls and tile flooring, but there’s a stage and a pulpit and the chairs are set up the way they would be back home. The meeting is full and we get to hear Elder Reina speak again. I don’t understand most of what he says (he speaks SO fast), but he has a great sense of humor and elicits quite a few laughs from the congregation. My mom whispers a translation of the speakers in my ear and my dad does the same for Chris. I realize it’s the first time in probably 15 years that I’ve been able to sit on a bench by my dad during sacrament meeting!
After the meeting is over we mingle with many members who are eager to meet my parents’ visitors. As usual, it takes us about 30 minutes to make our way out of the building completely. It has started to rain so we jog to the parking garage and head home.
We ate some lunch and waited for the sun to come out, then headed towards Montjuic, which is a hill near the port with a fortress near the top. In 1929 they hosted the international fair, and it was a center of attraction during the 1992 Olympics.
It has a great view of the Mediterranean Sea from the top, with all of the cruise ships lined up at port.
This picture is of Chris walking in the front door. Just to the left behind that small wall is the "back" door, which leads into the kitchen. There is also the proper elevator to the right of where I'm standing in the picture, and the grocery elevator just around the bend to the left in this picture. I found it hilarious that the "front" and "back" doors were literally four feet apart! Urban living.
Here is the supply closet in the mission office. They've got Books of Mormon in many languages, along with every other supply you could think of.
More Barcelona - Las Ramblas, Guitar Concert & Saying Goodbye.