Ok, all of our photos are now posted under the Photo albums link on the top right corner of this blog....
Uruguay was amazing! I loved every little detail. I even wanted to take pictures of the sidewalks because they brought back memories for me. After hours of traveling and a delayed flight (which caused us to have to spend an entire day in miami with no clothes, toothbrushes, or anything) we finally made it to Montevideo and spent our first night in Uruguay in the Chaotic city! The next day we rented a car, and headed off to the beaches of Piriapolis where we decided to stay four days because we loved it so much. It was my last area in the mission, so I was able to connect again with the family that took care of me my last month when I was sick in bed. I also was able to see one of my favorite people Jose, who was baptized in the short time I was there. He spoke english with KC as we made tortas fritas in the church with the rest of the members.
We then climed the mountain PAN DE AZUCAR up to the very top where in the photos you see a tiny cross on a hill. That tiny cross happend to be an enormous cement cross when we finally got to it. I was exhausted. My huge belly didnt allow me to climb as well as I would have liked, but I really felt like I conquered something when we got there. Six months prego and still climing mountains! wooohooo!
we then headed out to Colonia where I tried to meet up with my good friend Flavia who is in military school there. She was un able to see us because she has been sick in the hospital and having some tests done, but we made the most of the drive and visited the historic city and took lots of pictures. We stayed in a nice hotel, yet the cement walls did not trap out sound and we were up all night due to some "rowdy" neighbors.
Finally we headed to Durazno, my first area in the mission where I spent six months with people who I really grew to love and bond with. This is where we did most of our visiting, and KC was forced to listen to hours of conversation in spanish. He actually understood quite a bit because of his french background, but he had a hard time responding anything besides, "donde estan mis pantalones?... aqui estan mis pantalones!" which means, where are my pants?... here are my pants! I spent most the day Friday with my friends who were baptized the first part of my mission Aracelly whos entire family is now baptized and sealed in the temple!!! and Laura who still continues to share the gospel with her family and neighbors. We ate our traditional desert (ice cream, oreos and milk) as KC stared in awe at us. No wonder I got so fat on the mission!
Our last day we attended the ward in Durazno where I was asked to share my testimony at the pulpit I knew so well, in front of my wonderful life long friends. As I spoke I was flooded with emotion remembering all the things I went through with that wonderful ward. I couldnt hold back the tears as I tried to share my testimony with them again in my broken spanish. I felt like I had never left. I remembered how much I loved being a missionary and helping people understand the importance of the gospel. It was an amazing day.
we then headed back to the airport and finished our trip with a day in New York where we visited a few of the classic tourist spots.
this was a very special trip for me. Im so glad I was able to go back and experience what I did with my wonderful husband and my little baby in my belly.
