More on our church adventure: I ran to church on Saturday to make sure I knew where it was and we as a family could walk there. It's about 2.5 miles from our home and the trip, I'm sorry, simply is not a pretty picture. I met the custodian (Hector) and the cook (Acela) of the Evangelical church where we meet and they were very nice. They told me I had the right place and that the Mormons met at 2 PM. I went home and got ready to go shopping with Paz while she and the boys learned how to make tortillas with my boss's wife. Later that day, we decided to walk over to our house that's under renovation. It was about a mile there and made us really sweaty. So, we had a good idea of what we were in for today.
I basically slept all morning. We stocked up on water and headed out around 1PM. Some friends had invited us to dinner and were going to pick us up from church when it ended at 5. It was hot. I had sweat dripping from the nose after the first half mile. We were all soaked by the time we arrived. We got there just after two and the church was all locked up. Hector let us in, but there were no other Mormons to be seen. Around 2:30, a sister showed up - Maria. This was her first time here as well. Finally, around 3 PM, the branch president showed up. He was wet. It had started to rain and he had walked 4Km to church. He didn't seem bothered to be an hour late and offered no explanation. We helped him to get set up. He has a heavy Cuban accent, so I didn't understand him very well. Other people trickled in. There was a pair of college girls from Mexico (Oaxaca and Veracruz) who had a hard time kissing our kids' cheeks as Static and Paz aren't used to that friendly a greeting. No other priesthood holders arrived by the time church started, so I got to bless the sacrament and the branch president passed it. The only church business was to introduce us and Maria. A brother who arrived after the sacrament gave a talk on prophets that was very nice. Well, 5 PM came and there was no sign that church was ending, so we decided to leave. The kids were ornery and we wanted to be outside so our friend could find us.
We waited for half an hour and he never showed up, so we started walking home. It rained on us. He finally called us on our mobile around 6 PM to say he would soon be there. Not sure why he was an hour late and he offered no explanations. I let him know we were almost home. He found us and picked us up about three blocks from home. We were drenched (except the top half of Smiley which had been protected by the stroller canopy). Our friends' house was mansionic. They fed us a lovely lasagne dinner. In our pre-dinner, orange soda, light conversation our host made an off-hand comment about falling back. That's when the light went on in my noggin'. Apparently the Cubans change their clocks an hour this weekend. Nobody had bothered to tell us. We had gone to church an hour early and had left likewise. Oh well. Good character-building experience for the kids. And I got to meet Melquisedec, the Evangelical church pastor's son.
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