This post is pretty much for my mother. You're welcome, Mom.
Well, sort of Utah. Something I associate with Utah at any rate. For those who live in Utah you've probably already guessed who I ran into. Yuuuup, the missionaries. This is a group of young men from the Chruch of Latter Day Saints (aka Mormons) who generally come out of Utah. I had a couple hours wait to get on my train and they had a relatively equal amount of time to wait for transfers. There was a Texan, a Utahn, and Australian, and one from Japan who I talked with.
The nice fellow from Japan actually wants to be an aero-space engineer and might end up studying at Utah State University if things work out. The young man from Australia might also go into engineering as it has interest to him too. They were all very nice, of course, and my longest English conversation since getting off of the plane. Good bunch of guys.
Also, lunch! From a bakery. Was pretty good
