All is good in the Csaba Lands yet again. This was actually calm compared to the, well, last three months of my mission haha. I'm feeling settled in the world of Békéscsaba and am loving it.
As far as things:
1.) We went up to Buda for a couple days for splits this week and are heading up again for interviews with President this upcoming week. We get to ride on trains where I feel like Harry Potter on my way to Hogwarts (minus the food trolley), so I love it. It's the life, ya'll. :)
2.) I witnessed the murder of a pigeon by another pigeon on the roof of a police station. I kid you not. The irony of it was funny enough to semi-compensate for the emotional scarring it caused...but not really. There are some things you just can't unsee, my friends. And policehouse pigeon murder is one of them. (#postsovieteasterneurope)
3.) I keep forgetting to tell you all I've officially been tracted into by the Jehovah's Witnesses. The only thing that was going through my mind was, "How has this not been made into a hit comedy sketch??" So, basically I'm selling that to SNL when I get home.
4.) Sister Williamson and I made homemade shakes with Hungarian candy, hand mixers, and willpower. I'm pretty proud of us. It tasted like AMERICA! (Well...minus the Hungarian candy part...)
5.) I've gotten to the point where I want to burn all my clothes. I have exercised self-control and not done that, but I still had a moment of weakness and bought two dresses at Tesco this morning. I WAS WEAK.
5.) We're meeting with this super cool guy and we watched the Restoration film with him. At the climax, where Joseph goes out to pray in the Sacred Grove he starts whispering, "An angel is coming...an angel is coming..." and he whispers it to the senior sister who was in the lesson and she whispers back, "Actually, Jesus Christ." And he just goes, "JESUS CHRIST?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! JESUS CHRIST IS COMING??" And then he turns to me and goes, "JESUS CHRIST IS COMING TO JOSEPH SMITH!!" Soooo funny.
6.) I was reading in the Liahona and it had a list of services you could do in your spare time. Examples included: raking leaves for the elderly, donating clothes to the homeless, and, hmmmm, write a letter to a missionary! (*hint*hint*HINT*HIIIIIIINNNT*)
I love you all. This week has been rough as far as finding--I estimated one night while in bed how many times I'd been rejected to my face this week. Carle Nővér's pro tip of the week: If you're serving a European mission, never do this. Never ever ever ever eeeeevvvvveeeerrr.
I'm surprisingly not super discouraged, though. (Really surprisingly--I'm sure I'll get there eventually.) There have been times I've been a discussion with in an investigator or an RC's house, though, and I've been so astounding impressed by them and so overcome by the Spirit I've just thought---I would gladly knock ten thousand doors to find just one of you. I'd do it in a heartbeat.
And then it's all okay.
"Remember great is the worth of souls in the sight of God" (D and C 18:10)
Hugs from Hungary! (vagy ölelések magyarországtól)
Tudom hogy a Mormon könyve igaz!
P.s. Write me, emberek!