On July 23, 2012, Jason and I departed Salt Lake City for a two-week adventure in Russia. We flew to New York City then direct to Moscow. I have to say up front I was nervous about this trip. First of all, it's always difficult to leave our kids for that long. And, then there's the whole mystique of Russia that piqued my curiosity and scared me silly. But, I wanted to see this country that Jason so dearly loves so off we went.
Our first stop was a week in Russia. We were greeted at the airport by the mission driver for the Moscow Russia mission. He drove us to the mission home where we were able to meet our dear friends the Sorenson's who are currently serving there. Jet lag was terrible and the traffic was worse. Let's just say their drivers are "creative" with how they use the shoulder as an extra lane when they need it, which, let's be honest, is most of the time. The area the Sorenson's live in is a suburb of Moscow, about 45 minutes via subway from the center of the city. It is very Americanized, in fact a lot of diplomats live there; still, I quickly realized that Russia, even at its finest, is much different than America. Guards secure the entrance and exit to most housing complexes, buildings, stores, etc. Labor there is cheap and crime can be high so it's worth it to most people to pay the extra cash to have someone standing guard.
But, despite my apprehension going in to this trip, I quickly fell in love with this place of the world. It's beautiful. It's rich in history. And it's people, though they come across as somewhat cold and bitter, are some of the kindest people I've ever met.
We spent a few days just exploring Moscow. Jason was in heaven. We saw the new stake center in Moscow - the first stake organized just a year prior to our visit.

We explored Red Square and saw Lenin's Mausoleum.
We saw the Kremlin and the magnificent government buildings on that historic square. We walked about 10 miles one day going from museum to museum and church to church
and everything in between.
We love getting out on foot in a new city to explore what's around us. It's, in our opinion, the best way to see a city. We ate some delicious Russian food which put my mind at ease that I could actually eat some of the food there. Did I mention that Russians love ice cream? Yes, I can fit in very nicely.

I love the Russian grandmas who carry large, heavy bags on their backs and plop them on a street corner and try to sell whatever they can find. Jason tried to help one of them out while we were there. She was shocked someone would help her and we were shocked that she could carry such heavy bags on her back for miles. We traveled to a district to explore Russia's classical music history. When I heard the Russian piano students practicing the likes of Tchaikovsky, I smiled. I love that music and I loved hearing the amazing musicians perform it. It was also interesting to see the tall, crumbling apartments buildings where families live in cramped quarters to cut costs where millions of people live. I immediately became more grateful for America and the great living conditions even the poorest of people here live in.
Every night we met the Sorenson's for dinner. Sister Sorenson is an amazing cook and I'll admit it was nice to eat American-like food each night. We would talk about all the wonderful things of Russia and how the missionary work is progressing there. I came to relish this time each day. I am so grateful for the Sorenson's and the great friends and examples they are to our family.
One of our bags didn't arrive on our flight. I guess it never made it out of New York. So, one day, Jason journeyed by train out to one of the international airports to get his luggage. And, I (shh, don't tell my dad) journeyed solo via subway back to where we were staying.

I wasn't as scared as I thought I'd be. It gave me time to just think about how Jason must have felt those many years ago as a missionary in this big city trying to preach the gospel of Jesus Christ to the people there, in a language he barely knew. My love for him increased as I realized how brave he was. Then, I started realizing the difference he had made during his two years there (posts that follow).