During the week I googled catholic churches close to us and found The Holy Rosary Catholic Church.  I made note of the address and times of mass.  We decided we'd do the evening mass.  In the meantime hubby had heard from a taxi driver that the one closest to us was the Holy Trinity so earlier this evening we leave for mass both thinking we're heading for The Holy Rosary where mass was at 17h30 when we were instead on our way to Holy Trinity where mass was at 6.  So it's 17h30 and hubby says "there's nobody here and it's 17h30 already.  Then we realize we're at the wrong parish, hop into the taxi again and arrive at the church half way through the gospel reading, eish. It felt kind of weird as we got a lot of stares.  Only later I realized all the women had a covering of some sorts on their heads and I had none.  Maybe that was the reason for the stares.  It was also really difficult to understand the priest.  Suppose I'll get used to the accent eventually.  Security was very strict.  My bag was searched and hubby had to take everything he had out of his pockets which made us even more late.

I am thankful that we could join this community and celebrate mass.