
While in Gibraltar we wanted to go to church. The closest LDS Church was in Algeciras Spain. So we shined our shoes and set out for the Frontera. We walked to the end of Gibraltar and followed the only road off the peninsula. We discovered that Gibraltar was seperated from Spain by a big airport. The airport ran from coast to coast, so the the highway cut right through the middle of it, with desceding roadblocks at either end to allow aircraft to land. Well we walked across the airport, found the bus station and rode along the coast to Algeciras. We found our way to the door of an inconspicous building on a street lined with inconspicous buildings. The door opened to a small branch of Spanish saints, about to begin their Sacrament meeting. Ashley bore her testimony at the Testimony meeting, in Spanish. Pete followed her brave example, timidly. We were well received and thoroughly enjoyed the experience.
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