My companion: guess where she's from? GUESS. I'll give you a hint, it's my favorite place ever. If you guessed Richmond, Virginia you'd completely 100% WRONG because she is from CHESTERFIELD, VIRGINIA. What the random, right? Wilson Nover (side note: I can't figure out how to put Hungarian accent marks on the words using an American keyboard, so you'll have to do without--trust me, this hurts me way more to type than you to read it.) is from the Chesterfield Stake and graduated just down the road at Thomas Dale. We've never met before. I KNOW, RIGHT? SOMEHOW THAT HAPPENED.
My zone: Best zone EVER. For the past week it's just been the Finns and the Hungarians but yesterday we got some new Albanians which was super exciting. In two more weeks we get some Estonians! Yes, Sacrament meeting happens to be in whatever language the missionary speaking happens to be learning--but I assure you it's a blast. We sing the hymns in all the different languages, too. It's AWESOME. My zone is hilarious, whenever we play volleyball at gym time the Finns sing, "let's get down to business to defeat the Hunns! (that would be us)" They're also taken to shouting, "SUOMEN VASSALRA" whenever someone going to Finland spikes the ball, which is "THE FINNISH HAMMER" but in Finnish. They crack me up. ESPECIALLY Sisar. Sisar is a solo sister, meaning she's the only Sister in the MTC learning Finnish right now, so basically she's in a trio with Wilson Nover and me.
Here's a good example of what Sisar is like: one morning I get up early to take a shower and I come back into the dark bedroom and hear her whisper: "Carle Nover..." and I'm like, "Igen?" (Yes?) and she's like, "Sometimes I like to make my bed while I'm still in it so I can't be comfortable in it anymore and have to get up." And she literally made her bed around herself. And then crawled out. I LOVE SISAR.
Anyway, being a missionary is pretty cool. I mean Sheri Dew taught Relief Society on Sunday--no big deal. Oh, and John Groberg (from the Other Side of Heaven) gave the Tuesday devotional on his mission in Tonga--you know. Casual. My branch president is pals with Elder Ballard. No biggie.
It's pretty funny being a sister missionary, though. They're super emotional. I can't tell you how many times I've been showering in the morning and heard someone tearfully cry, "I just want to go home!" somewhere on the floor. Probably close to the amount of times I've passed someone in the hallway and heard them say, "Elders, the gift of tongues is REAL." In fact, I wish they had a counter over the MTC that just clocked how many times someone in the MTC said that.
Well, if there was a counter, it would go up one more because, GUYS, THE GIFT OF TONGUES IS REAL. Seriously, every day the Hungarian language makes more and more sense which is super funny because Hungarian LITERALLY MAKES NO SENSE. Seriously. I'll have to save up some of the terrific, completely nonsensical Hungarian lessons I've had. I have some prime examples. It's all good because my teachers, Runnells Testver es Skiba Nover keep me on track.
It's been good, though. I love being a missionary! My testimony is ON FIRE. I love it. Every second.
Tudom hogy a Mormon konyve igaz!
Love and miss you all!