Aberystwyth And A Magical Purse
The highlight of this week was going to my most desired location and spending the day with the missionaries there. That place is Aberystwyth, Wales. It is halfway up the west side of Wales and sits in between two large hills. It has a university, and many young people live there. Other than that, it is old folk. The place is just so pretty, though, and one of the furthest areas of the mission to get to. I mean, for just us on Llanelli, we drove for 2 hours to get there, and we are the closest of anyone. Anyway, we drove the tiny roads that curve and swerve, allowing only one car through at a time, all the while the speed limit is 60 mph. You also must be mindful of a random sheep that might be in the road. So much fun! All you non-English/Welsh folks would enjoy the thrill. I was a passenger, but I couldn't look away for more than a few moments, or I would've gotten sick. But we made it. Immediately, we turned up at the industrial estate to go to the church, which is currently ...