Journal Friday night: 12:28 p.m. We are packed, the apartment is clean, we have delivered another bag of food and things to the Bluths (who are in Rome this weekend looking at the mission home villa there). We’ve swapped cars back. John took an armload of clothing to a Red Cross collection bin, I retired an armload of garments that have gone with us to Yakima, Bamako and Germany. We’ve filled 4 suitcases to 50 lbs, within 2-3 lbs.
In order to get everything home, tomorrow I will wear 2 pair of pants and 2 pair of socks, a t-shirt, a long sleeved shirt, a turtleneck, my my heaviest winter sweater, my gray hoodie, and my heavy wool winter coat.
We are doing our best to get the most important things home. There’s a bag of food on the counter and a few things in the fridge for Ella in the morning and our last bottle of Leingarten Grape juice to give to the Dixons, who will take us to the airport. I think we’re ready. The 2 blue carry-ons are Heavy, 50 lbs each, full of pottery. My BYU Israel backpack is also Heavy, about 25 lbs, with more pottery. We will have a lot to carry, but I think we can manage it.
Saturday morning, we were ready to leave.
The Dixons, our new Zone Leaders, took us to the airport. We had no overweight charges. Phew.
Farewell, dear friends. Farewell beloved Frankfurt.
The long flight went from Frankfurt to Atlanta to Salt Lake. We arrived late Saturday evening and were greeted by Aaron and Abbey. WE ARE HOME.
Our Frankfurt Germany Mission 