Kidnapped by a cab driver!

Yes, we were taken by a cab driver, actually with our consent, to his chuch yesterday.  The story starts with a search for breakfast Sunday morning.  No meals are served from Friday through Sunday night at Mullsjö Folkhogskola, and we hadn't done a good job of making sure we had enough in the apartment to eat.  So, David suggested we walk to the Mullsjö Hotel. He was there the day before and saw that they had a dining room so he was sure we'd find breakfast there.  Granted, it was a bit of a walk, but much of it was through beautiful woods and there was a path the entire way.  So, after what seemed like many miles of walking, we arrived at the hotel, and entered.  Not a soul was there.  No one.  No breakfast either.  We could have walked away with their china and silver.

So, on to plan B.  We knew there was another motel-gas station type place and while it was another bit of a walk, we headed that way.  We made one mistake, in that instead of walking on the busy road, we decided to walk on the lawn of an empty commercial building.  Big mistake.  The "lawn" was small shrubs, planted very close to each other and there was a bit of a cliff to climb down and then up.  It was so steep, we had to walk with our feet sideways so we wouldn't topple over.

After successfully overcoming that challenge, we arrived at the restaurant-motel place and had a very nice breakfast.  We were hoping for scrambled eggs but no such luck.  All the eggs in Sweden, apparently, are hard boiled.  We also bought some much-needed groceries at the same location but now we were faced with the terrible (to me) task of walking back, this time with groceries in hand.  I asked the clerk if she would call a cab for us.  She did, but no luck.  Discouraged, we sat down to gather our strength of the walk ahead, and then I asked her to call again.  She did and this time the cab driver answered and said he'd pick us up in 15 minutes.  I was so happy!!!

A very nice man who spoke English picked us up and told us he had left church to come and get us.  Would we like to run by his church and maybe have a cup of coffee and then he'd take us to the school?  We answered, sure, we can do that.  When we arrived, church services will still going strong, so we entered the sanctuary and settled in.  Everything was in Swedish, of course, so we did our best by observing nonverbals and doing what everyone else did.  During communion, there was a beautiful duet with a woman playing the flute and another playing the piano.

When the church service ended, we were greeted by many friendly people and led into their community room where we enjoyed coffee and sweets.  Instead of standing up during this time, we were seated which was very nice.  A couple of people who work here at Mullsjo Folkhogskola were members of this church so there were some familiar faces.

Finally, we suggested to our cab driver that maybe we should head back to our school.  He and his wife, Maryanne, then drove us back to Mullsjö Folkhogskola, and that is how we were "kidnapped" by a friendly cab driver and taken to his church.