|Old Town Bazaar|
The road from Sarajevo to our hotel snaked its way up a mountain high above lush valleys until we arrived at the Hotel Pino which was nestled amid majestic pines. The 1984 Winter Olympics were held in Sarajevo, and the hotel was located at the top part of the bobsled run.
|Dinner at a Bosnian restaurant|
In the center of Old Town, there is a square where hundreds of pigeons gather waiting for a handout. Sister Ostergaard and I stood amid the frenzy of our feathered friends as they competed for the corn we had. It didn't bother me too much except when one landed on my head. I was worried about what he was doing up there. Luckily, we came away unscathed from the experience.
|The bird lady|
|At the Gazi Husrev-beg Mosque|
We also were able to tour the Gazi Husrev-beg Mosque, the largest historical mosque in Bosnia and the oldest mosque in the Balkins, originally built in 1531. As we entered the courtyard, there was a sign that said the women should cover their heads. With a guide, we were able to go inside and see the beautiful decorative paintings and prayer rugs covering the floor. It is an amazing experience to hear the call to prayer which is heard several times a day throughout the city. You can listen to it here:
We all got on a bus to travel to the site where the country of Bosnia was dedicated to the preaching of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. After we had climbed a few hundred steps (I may be exaggerating a bit) we came upon a beautiful view, overlooking the city of Sarajevo. President Grant read the dedicatory
On Thursday evening, we had a guest speaker from Sarajevo share with us the history of Sarajevo, and the local customs and traditions. The hour long discussion held everyone's attention and we came away with better understanding of the country and it's culture.
We had a spiritual feast as our Mission Presidency taught us on Friday morning. We ended our conference with a testimony meeting. We heard the heartfelt testimonies of many of our fellow senior missionaries. Once again we were reminded of the great priviledge it is to serve with such exceptional people. Then off we went to Karlovac, our home away from home. We are refreshed, renewed, and ready to get back to work!
Word of the week: zahvalan (zah val lan) which means grateful
EK and I are grateful for this opportunity to be able to visit these countries while we are on our mission, as they are rich in history and culture.