The Wheels on the bus go round and round

I have been slacking lately... Actually, I spent almost a week on a bus with my mom, grandma and sister. We went from Independence, Missouri to Nauvoo, Carthage, Iowa, Winter Quarters, Nebraska and everywhere in between. We went on this great church tour and it has taken me a little while to get back to "real life." I think all of us had a really neat experience, had lots of funny things happen to us and learned so much more about what the early Saints had to go through. My friends are bugging me to do a post on my trip so here it is.......Really, I am just going to add pics for now then I will do the rest later. I know, I am such a procrastinator but life is a little busy right now.

This is in front of the Nauvoo temple and yes, our heads are cut off. Mandi and I did a session in the temple and when were done we thought we would have time to see the baptismal font before the bus came, so we ran down and saw it. Well, when we got outside to get on the bus, there was no bus. There wasn't anyone else in our group around, except Mandi and I and this older couple. We knew we had been left.... All of us thought that the bus would come back for us so we wandered around and took a few pitures while we were waiting. The older man that was waiting with us took this pic. When he took it he said, "I couldn't see very well, I'm not sure if I got everything. Take a look." I looked at the picture and oops, we had no heads but I said, "Oh it looks great!" I think that I was nervous because time kept going by and our bus had not shown up yet. I just wanted to hurry up and figure out what we needed to do. So we have this great picture without our heads....
AND NO, the bus never came back to get us!!! After 25 minutes all of us decided to start walking. We knew that we were suppose to be eating at the same park that we had eaten lunch but we really had no idea where it was. We headed down hill because we thought that seemed familiar. As we walked in the 104 degree, muggy heat, I kept thinking, they have to come back for us, didn't anyone notice that we were missing? Why hadn't my mom made them go back? They really can't expect us to find our way around in some town none of us had ever been to, can they? Still, no bus came. I tried calling my mom's cell phone about 50 times but she didnt answer. We even tried knocking on someone's door and joked that they probably knew we were LDS and didn't want to let us in. It was at the same time that Mandi was knocking, that my mom called me back. We were so relieved and thought it was pretty funny when we found out that we were just across the street from the park.