
The missionaries all came together on Thursday for our first zone conference in three months, and to have a Thanksgiving feast and movie--something that has been our tradition since we arrived in 2008. They all look forward to the day, and wonder what movie will be shown. Previous years we have watched "Remember the Titans" and "UP!". This year's selection was "Toy Story 3" which was released on DVD just a week or two before Thanksgiving.
We were not able to get frozen turkeys from the U.S. Embassy this year as we currently do not have a member of the church stationed there, and I was not about to purchase live turkeys at the outdoor markets--although I know a few missionaries who would have been willing to handle the slaughtering duties. Marty and I had lunch at the Stephen's Center Cafe two weeks ago and noticed they were advertising a turkey dinner on Thanksgiving day. We asked the manager where he was getting the turkeys, and he said they had been ordered from Conad, the Italian supermarket. We called the number he gave us, and the meat buyer said there were three turkeys left. We reserved two of them--33 lb. each from Italy. Too big for my oven, the turkeys had to be cut in parts by the butcher.
My sister Virginia generously sent me the other fixin's I needed from the states, so we were able to cook and bake up a wonderful, traditional Thanksgiving Feast for 50 people. The Wilsons, Humanitarian Aide Missionaries who live upstairs from us, helped out considerably, as did the Prestons and Smiths, our other couples.
I have only one oven, so we had to utilize the two ovens in the apts. upstairs. Even so, we didn't have enough space to keep everything warm at once, so I baked up the stuffing/dressing and placed the hot pans surrounded by a towel in a large cooler. It kept the dishes really hot! Having all the ovens going at once overloaded the electrical system upstairs, and those two ovens and stoves went out for the last 45 minutes. Fortunately, the mashed potatoes were done and warming in a large electric roaster in the basement, and Sister Wilson was able to use the small basement oven to toast the marshmallows on the sweet potato casserole.
The office elders and Assistants set up the tables and chairs, the Tirana sister missionaries decorated the room and tables, and all the missionaries supplied the desserts. As part of the decorations, the sisters made a really cute turkey pinata. The desserts were excellent this year. One companionship went to a member's home and made four pies!
After dinner we watched the movie which had been purchased from iTunes and downloaded to my computer. We showed it using a multi-media projector. We had recently purchased some nice speakers for my computer, and they sounded great!
I was too busy to take photos, but if I am able to get some from a missionary, I'll post them. It was a grand event! Unfortunately, our mission photo (above) came out blurry.
Despite being very occupied with food preparation, I found time to spend several hours on three days last week at the new Hygeia Hospital where I saw an orthopedic surgeon and had an MRI on my left foot which is still inflamed and painful for walking, even though the injury was two months ago. The MRI machine quit halfway through the test on Monday so I had to come back Tuesday to finish it. Then I went back Wednesday to get the results. Marty was a sweetie and drove me there and waited during the very long tests. The MRI showed that there were no fractures, only lots of inflammation, but the CD digital files have been sent to a doctor in Salt Lake for final diagnosis. The doctor I saw in Tirana said that I must go on crutches and stay off the foot for at least two weeks. Because of pain and swelling, the only shoes that fit me are a pair of men's athletic shoes we purchased. Very stylish with my skirts!
After the MRI quit on Monday afternoon, we decided to go out to the CityPark Mall to purchase some groceries at the Mercator Store. It had been raining heavily, and when we came out of the mall, we found a completely flooded parking lot. Security men were directing people to move their cars to dry ground on the other side of the mall. Marty took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his pants, and waded out into the foot-high water to rescue the car. Because it was the river that overflowed into the lot, and because Albania doesn't have sewage treatment yet, he was not really excited about the wading, but he got the car, picked me and the groceries up from the sidewalk, and we went on our way. Ten minutes later, we arrived at a traffic jam on the overpass that leads into town. This is a common experience so we didn't think too much of it, until fifteen or twenty minutes later when traffic hadn't budged. Marty said to me, "Well, honey, there's nobody else I'd rather be stuck with!" Was that a compliment? Three hours later (it should have been a 20 minute drive), we finally arrived at home. Marty didn't waste any time hopping into the shower. The next day we read that this had been the worst traffic jam ever in Tirana. All the city streets had been horribly flooded and congested, and officials attributed it to the extreme weather and multiple road construction projects. The city is rebuilding the center plaza and has permanently closed off some of the big circle road around it. This has made a mess of traffic--even in good weather. We wonder about the wisdom of this project. It will be a grand plaza, but will also be a grand traffic mess.












