Last day in Porto.

Let's see. The Thursday before we were flying out from Porto, Willie had decided to play a little futbol. Not bad, exercising and all. Until he came home that evening and said "I don't feel well". I was a little upset because he didn't get home when I thought he would (about an hour later). He had done something to his ankle and he couldn't even walk on it. Oh my! We talked to our Bishop who just happens to be a physical therapist. He said it was just a sprain and told us what to do. He said that if it hurt anymore then he should get an x-ray. It's good it was General Conference weekend. Willie could relax his ankle for at least half of the day while enjoying some spiritual insight. The first night I told Willie that we needed to wrap his ankle, but we didn't have the right resources. So I searched to see what we could use as a substitute to an ace bandage wrap. We had attended our last day at church so I decided to use my nylons. I think they worked really well. We did, however, go to a store and pick up a wrap about a day and a half later. Willie's ankle had some pretty gruesome bruising, which cannot be seen in the few photos we took.Parker and I enjoyed the last Saturday afternoon heading down to the Douro River. It was fun taking Parker on a little date. He didn't know that we were going to ride the train. He was so excited when he found out. My little guy did so well keeping up with me. We did a lot of walking searching for souvenirs and playgrounds. In the end we found a fun toy for Parker to take home with him and we were able to play at a playground. We had fun.
Sunday we decided that we would feed the Missionaries lunch and then give them a few things that we knew we couldn't take with us back to the States. We had been preparing to make crepes all morning long. I had everything ready to start cooking. One hour before the Missionaries were to come the power went out at our house! What?! This was Easter Sunday, who would be shutting off power on Easter Sunday! We felt horrible because we were feeding FIVE missionaries. We decided that we would give them the food and they could take it home to cook. When the Missionaries arrived the more Senior missionary asked if we checked the breakers. Yes we checked the breaker. He said 'the one outside the apartment?' What? There's a breaker outside of the apartment too? He went out into the hall and flipped a switch. Voila. Power. Yeah. He said that once you live in Europe long enough you are bound to find out these little secrets. Little did we know the wonderful blessing we would have that day of inviting the missionaries over for lunch. They really did help us and we were able to feed our children without having to break the Sabbath. Thanks Elders.
Willie was feeling confident about his ankle on Monday (departure day). We did our best to keep it elevated and not walk on it too much. Willie's buddy from work sent us some cabs to take us to the airport, thanks JP. This was a huge help. Two taxis and we were to the airport in no time. We were also VERY blessed to be able to check our 8 bags all the way through to the States (even with a 13 hour layover).