Our last day of the trip was spent in a couple small cities in Germany along the border of Poland. We spent the night in Forst, where I got to room with this pretty lady:

And look out at this country across from my window:

 That would be Poland. Out my window. 

We toured around the city with a man who told us the history of the church in his area. The bridge in the picture above used to lead into a town in Poland that was fairly large due to the open borders between Germany and Poland. 

 Right side: Germany, Left side: Poland

Being on the border of Poland, we couldn't help but jaunt on over there and tour around a little bit. Our tour guide man showed us where members had lived during the war. When the Germans left after the war, the Poles started to use what was left of the houses for building supplies.What was then a sizeable neighbourhood with many families living there, is now just a meadow with a hint of foundations to be seen when one looks closely.

We moved onto Goerlitz afterwards, which was the location of a very significant historical occurrence for our church. It was in this building that President Monson made the prophesy to the East German saints that if they remained faithful they would receive all the blessings that other members of the church had. Everyone interpreted this as a temple.

This is the original pulpit that President Monson spoke at. The building is currently a warehouse and a practice studio for Carnival performers. I think it's kind of amazing that the pulpit is still standing. A member of the church, who was a young boy when this happened, took us through the building and showed us where all the members met for their separate meetings. It was shocking to find out that the condition of the building was not much better when they actually met there. What faith they had.

After our tour of the old and new church buildings in Goerlitz, it was time to turn back to Vienna. But not before a quick little visit to Slovakia...

... where I picked these flowers!

We ended the trip with a visit to Willi's (our bus driver) hometown, where he treated us all to schnitzel mit pommes. A lovely end to an epic, awesome, amazing, humbling, great trip.