What a blessing to be surrounded by women who love the Lord and get to minister to them. There is a wonderful working together of the groups in Sarajevo. We had 9 guests from 4 other groups different from Taylor’s. It was a “Baron York Escape” Irish tea (in Ireland they have “Elevens-es” at 11:00AM and don’t have to wait until afternoon tea).
It was a bit of a challenge to make some of the foods since the “parts” are not all available and Taylor was gone to class. She knows what is in the seasoning bottles. However, the nose knows! (or, at least mostly knows…I found out later that it was nutmeg instead of something else.) It was comforting to know that the ladies didn’t know what it was SUPPOSED to taste like and really enjoyed it. The Greek egg salad had a grated cheese (don’t know what it was) instead of Parmesan and a combination of spices instead of Cavendar’s Greek Seasonings. There were only two green olives and then some black olives-all with pits! For the honey mustard chicken salad there was no honey mustard! No prob! There was some honey and some mustard. A few walnuts but no celery. Again, no one knew what it was supposed to taste like! They all loved everything and definitely want the cookbook! And, one of the ladies brought a beautiful bouquet of flowers for the table.
Now I’m on a search to find a few things to take to Bethany in India. Where to find coffee beans that are good and non-aerosol hairspray? The night is still young, even though I am 6 hours ahead of most of you.
Went with Taylor to take Israel to ballet (by tram) and got to have tea with another mom and grandmom. Also, I got a picture of a Sarajevo Rose. Through out the city, places have been painted red where mortar shells fell and people were killed. Shrapnel scars radiate out from the center giving it a flower look. We rode home in a taxi since it was raining and since I never had ridden in a taxi in Sarajevo! We also had some groceries and it made it easier to get up the hill.
Then, later Josh took me to a look out over the city and the Brewery restaurant. The brewery was a main place of interest in the book I read, The Cellist of Sarajevo, and I wanted to see it. We walked, of course. It isn’t that far from their house.
Wednesday I fly to India, spend the night in Dehli and train the next day to Bethany’s. I don’t know if or when I’ll have internet, so I’ll be back whenever! (I have internet at Daphne’s! Woohoo)