Sunday was our first day to ourselves and we tried to find the english speaking LDS ward, but didn't quite make it. Instead we rode the subway to the temple. At first we walked around in circles because there really aren't any street names/signs around here. Luckily we ran into some sister missionaries who pointed us in the right direction. Finding the temple, even though it was closed, was the highlight of my almost two weeks here. It is the one place where I know I can find comfort and a sense of familiarity when everything else here is new and foreign.
