Back in the Spring Wyatt decided he would take a little trip with his old college buddy, Jimmy, to the country where they both served their missions: Argentina.
But complications arose, and Argentina was out.
“I’m either going to Tel Aviv, or Lisbon” Wyatt said when he called me from DC on Tuesday. I was in the middle of teaching a salsa canning class. I told him if he went to Tel Aviv I would be -ahem- annoyed. (I might have used stronger language than that).
With the relief society ladies sitting at my kitchen table I didn’t really have a chance to get into it. When I hung up the phone I wondered where he would end up.
I received an email from him that night. He was in Portugal.
But not for long. He almost immediately headed for Spain:
where he snuck into a U2 360 Concert.
But that’s just the beginning.
Then he caught a ferry to Morocco (remember last time he was in Morocco? He hitchhiked 100 miles into the country, spent a wild night with some inebriated Arabs, was robbed of everything he had on him, and had to stow away on a ferry to get off the continent?). This time with Jimmy along, things were a little more mellow. They only got sorta swindled, and there was only one punch thrown, and it was Jimmy, not Wyatt on the receiving end (no, Wyatt wasn’t the one throwing the punch either).
The toured the Kasbah, which was cool. Apparently there’s a hole in the wall that you can look through and see three ancient churches belonging to the most dominant religions in Africa: Christianity, Judaism, and Islam. Of course, this leads to anthropological curiosity of the history of these religions and their influence in the region. “Did you go see the churches?” I asked in great interest.
“No. But I did buy a Disney princess hat for Olivia – in English.”
Heading back to the European side of the sea, Wyatt rocked Spain for another day before coming back to the land he must keep.
A day in West Virgina with brother, participation in the “Mary Thornburgh is a Christian” cause (which I’m not so sure about, by the way), and then back to DC to catch his flight home.
I think the adventure was good for him – help him get back to center if you know what I mean. He seems to have come home ready to Rock Salt Lake next!