Anaheim vs. Kandern

Laura here...

So I have been trying to decide how best to compare Anaheim and Kandern. It is a struggle because they are like polar opposites. Putting aside the obvious difference of country of origin, there is the big city vs small rural village, the frenetic vs. slowly plowing through life pace, the industrial vs agricultural, the grey vs green, the millions of cars vs Nordic walkers, the... well, you get the picture.

But the other night as I was falling asleep, I decided how to best describe it. In a beauty pageant, Kandern would win by a landslide. But in a fist fight, Anaheim would come out on top.

Anaheim is not pretty. It is cement and neon and traffic. Kandern is rolling green hills, afternoon thunderstorms, and cherry trees. But Anaheim has big streets, a grocery store on every corner, and Mexican food galore.

It also has the rocking-est missionary house around. And I am telling you now, they are going to have to pry it from our cold, dead fingers. We are going to passively refuse to move. It is awesome. And we walked to church on Sunday, which made me feel, oh so German... until we went grocery shopping that afternoon. But we did take our own reusable grocery bags. Because we feel the need to do that now. Adam felt guilty about the plastic ones. So, now we are the proud owners of a five-pack of the cutest EnviroSax bags around. Seriously, check them out... how cute are they?