The Scots and the Italians

At 9:30am we were sitting in St. Andrews Presbyterian Church for Easter Sunday service. (Miss Leonora was a little disapointed that they didn't have a sunrise service).All of the church decorations, stained glass windows, and even pews had been imported from Scotland. Even the minister was Scottish (or at least had a Scottish accent)! We sang old favorites out of the hymnal like "Christ the Lord is Risen Today", recited the Lord's Prayer, and took a very nice communion - with port wine! After church (because Grandma had to use the bathroom), we got to see the rest of the church building. We got to see all kinds of artifacts straight from Scotland, and pictures of the church back when it was new.

After church, we went home and got changed, and then went out to lunch. While the best waiter ever was bringing us our every wish, my friend Tommy called because his grandparents were inviting us to have lunch with them at their homemade pasta shop. We had to decline lunch, but gladly accepted coffee!

This is a picture of Tommy and his coca cola collection:

Tommy came and picked us up, and we drove all the way to the outskirts of the city. His grandmother is 82 years old and of direct Italian descent, and his grandfather is 86 and was born in Spain. They both still run a pasta factory and store, and Tommy goes and helps them out on Sundays. We had a lovely coffee and some pastries (including a special Easter cake) and Heather and Tommy translated as fast as they could.

Afterwards, the ladies did some more Christmas souvenier shopping (watch out girls!) Before finally arriving home, we got to visit the only pharmacy that was open on Easter Sunday. Unfortunately, they did not have any witch hazel for Heather's poor thumb that had gotten caught in the door of the taxi.

The ladies finished up their evening with some more packing while Heather iced her swelling thumb.