Ramada Salt Lake City Airport
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... called the Tabernacle. We were instantly greeted with warm smiles from Mormon volunteers. "Hello, my name is Sister Valentina, welcome to the Tabernacle".
This would be a common theme in SLC. Lots of greetings and warm smiles from super-friendly Mormons. “And what brings you to Salt Lake City?” they would ask. “Oh a world adventure” we would answer, “and we are currently touring through ...
Saturday started in the afternoon when Harper came to pick me up for a day out. It had been a cold and rainy week and that Saturday was no different. We decided to go to the Museum of Ancient Life in Thanksgiving Point because we both hadn't been there and Harper said he had been wanting to go since it opened years ago but no one wanted to go with him! :(
Before we went to the museum, we wanted to get something to eat and I remembered that Pirate O's ...
... gone on. We went to target and got 4 microwave meals to have for dinner ( it was 8pm by this stage) and every single one of them was disgusting. To make matters worse we had left stuff in the trolly behind that I jad paid for. I was pretty close to tears at this stage. I heard back again from the agent and he had organised for us to move to another hotel free of charge and they actually put is in a 2 bedroom room with a totally full kitchen. I was so happy but sad ...
... square, where the great Mormon Temple stands. We had a look in their visitor centre, which was interesting before trying to go to the lake. I say trying to, because we got lost, and it was getting dark.
I had by now done my usual of not feeding Lisa in time, and that always leads to unhappiness, but being a Sunday and quite late, most places were shut, so we had to settle for Burger king. Boo! Fed, ...
Yes my flight doesn't take off for four more days. But that is a mute point. I'm ready. The plane can take it's sweet time. I love packing. You get to fantasies about the trip (in goes my lovely black dress for fancy dinner out) and worry (my kids' electric tracking devise...I'm not kidding) Most important is you get the weigh the relative worth of objects you own. Space is limited, you can only bring things that matter. Here are three rules Jared and I formed over dozens ...