We went to Flamenco dancing in Seville, Spain. Now, I don't want everyone to think that all I did was to enjoy the Spanish culture, because we worked very hard. Our mission president believed that we should get to know the culture of Spain, and therefore, let us have one cultural night a month. The bullfights we attended on our P-Day.

Here are a couple of pictures of one of the bull fights that I attended in Sevilla, Spain. It was pretty gory, but also very exciting, especially when the Matador got gored.

This is one of the floats during Holy Week in Seville, Spain that depicts the last week of Christ's life. These are statues that are dressed in very expensive clothes. Everything that looks like gold, is 100% solid gold and the silver is 100% silver. The virgin Mary had gowns that were worth millions of dollars as well as tears made out of huge diamonds. These floats were worth a lot of money and floats like these paraded through Seville for a week until Christ was crucified.

This is a picture of our first home in West Bountiful before we enclosed the carport into a garage. Also a picture of the little Toyota pickup that I had. All the boys were born while we lived here. As I look at it closer, it must have been shortly after we moved in as the yard was not done and houses were being built behind us. Our 1974 Chevrolet Monte Carlo was also parked under the carport.

Well, I am back to scanning my slides. I thought that this was pretty interesting. It was the summer of 1974 when Janice and I lived with Grandpa and Grandma. I believe that this was in Glacier Park on the Going to the Sun Highway.