Temple Housing We arrived in Bern last night and as we sat in the train station thinking of places we could lay our heads for the night, we decided to give the temple housing a call. Turned out we wouldnt have to hike around for hours looking for a place to camp where we wouldn't be found (by police or some dude more scragily than ourselves).
We got a nice place to stay and meet some cool people from Marseille and Italy. The Marseille family actually fed me because I was asking for directions to a place to eat after all the stores had closed in the little town that the temple is in. As luck would have it, we lost our beds because of miscommunication and had to sleep on the floor, but they gave us our money back, so we were happy about it. We turned around and lost close to the same amount when we dropped the 20 bones for temple clothing the next morning, though.
This place is rad! We all had a really good experience here. The temple is in a small town outside of Bern in the midst of small homes. Walking up to the ungated temple there were birds chriping, the sun was shining, and there was the smell of fresh bread cooking as we walked the 5 minutes to get there from the Zollikofen train stop.
We had some time before doing temple work, so the Temple president invited us into his office despite our unkept and shaggy appearance (only one tie between the three of us). He told us a lot of cool history behind the first temple outside North America. Also, it turned out that he was my stake president back in MI up until the early 90s and he knows my mom and dad...small world!
While thinking about how small the world is...I ran into a guy that took a couple Korean classes with me while entering the Picasso meuseum in Barcelona.
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