Dear all,
Today was mini transfers.
I'm off to Nyíregyháza in the morning! BRING IT, CITY SIX!
Whatthewhat?? And by what the what I mean I am completely and totally pumped. I'm headed to the East zone! Weeeeeiiiiiiiirrrrrddd! I am one zone away from having been in every zone in the mission!
In other news, we have a new mission president! And he is a teljes magyar! Guys, my mission president is Hungarian--it's so cool. We got a call on Wednesday letting us know that they were calling an emergency zone training on Thursday and that we needed to be in Győr the following morning for a training. Well, dang. So we show up not really knowing what to expect and---the whole training was in Hungarian! It was sick. I mean, don't get me wrong, I said more than one silent prayer thanking Heavenly Father that I escaped without having to deal with that in my greenie days, but seriously, it was so flippin' cool. It was especially neat reflecting back to this time last year when the only phrases I knew in Hungarian consisted of "yes" and "no," "Happy birthday" and "I love you," and now I can participate in a training with a teljes magyar mission president! Gift of tongues is real, people, that's all I gotta say about that.
Anyways, since zone training was scheduled so last minute we had a lesson afterwards that would be cutting it close as far as making it back in time--but it was on her birthday and we had planned a surprise and everything, so there was totally no way we were cancelling that, so instead of going to lunch with the zone, we booked it to McDy's to America-style this thing and grab some food to go and catch the early train back. So we get to the train station and our platform and everything and asked the official-train-lady "Hey, does this train go to Szombathely?" and she was like, "Yes, but" (*insert hand motion*) "this half goes to Sopron and this half" (*insert another hand motion*)"goes to Szombathely." And I was like, "Cool, thanks." And got on the Szombathely-hand-motion-half and pretty quickly fell asleep because, like, forreal I had to catch a train at the crack of dawn to make it to an impromptu Hungarian zone training in Győr.
We all know where this is going. Yes, I woke up practically in Sopron.
Awkward.
I encourage you all to Google map search the difference so you can understand quite how awkward this is. #seniorcompfail
Haha, the miracle is we actually ended up being able to catch an insanely fast train back from the insanely klassz train station in Sopron to Szombathely and managed to make it to our program in time. Prayer works, people. Prayer works. Alsoo...the slushies in Sopron are pretty dang good, in case ya'll were wondering ;)
Anywho, I'm leaving Szombathely. I guess there's a rule written somewhere in Some Very Important Mission Book I haven't read that says Sister Carle can't stay in an area for more that fourteen weeks. Honestly, I almost cried when I got the call, I felt such a weight lifted from my shoulders. Szombathely taught me a lot. There have been two points on my mission where I've felt so low that I felt the only direction to go was up---one of which was here in Szombathely. If there is one thing I'm walking away from this area knowing, it's that trials don't come to make you despair. They come so you can learn to get up, rub some dirt on it, and try again. Because you're stronger than you thought.
Also---love. Love is the key. And, yeah, I know, it's cliché and overplayed and they write it on Hallmark cards and over-commercialize the idea at Christmas time and in Pixar movies and all that touch-y feel-y stuff, but when you learn to really dig deep and love the way that Christ loved you--that's how to learn instead of just endure.
Anyways, happy 4th of July from the Szombathely lands, soon to be the Nyíregyháza lands. Hope ya'll enjoyed your barbeques and fireworks (or lack of fireworks if you're in Richmond apparently...) Don't forget about your favorite Hungarian mish :)
Aaand when all is said and done...
Tudom hogy a Mormon könyve igaz!
Szeretet mindig,
Carle Nővér
p.s. Sorry my pictures recently have kind of devolved to just boring me in front of random scenes in Hungary, I don't know if I'm lacking will power or creativity or what--but I'll shoot for better ones next week. Love you!
Today was mini transfers.
I'm off to Nyíregyháza in the morning! BRING IT, CITY SIX!
Whatthewhat?? And by what the what I mean I am completely and totally pumped. I'm headed to the East zone! Weeeeeiiiiiiiirrrrrddd! I am one zone away from having been in every zone in the mission!
In other news, we have a new mission president! And he is a teljes magyar! Guys, my mission president is Hungarian--it's so cool. We got a call on Wednesday letting us know that they were calling an emergency zone training on Thursday and that we needed to be in Győr the following morning for a training. Well, dang. So we show up not really knowing what to expect and---the whole training was in Hungarian! It was sick. I mean, don't get me wrong, I said more than one silent prayer thanking Heavenly Father that I escaped without having to deal with that in my greenie days, but seriously, it was so flippin' cool. It was especially neat reflecting back to this time last year when the only phrases I knew in Hungarian consisted of "yes" and "no," "Happy birthday" and "I love you," and now I can participate in a training with a teljes magyar mission president! Gift of tongues is real, people, that's all I gotta say about that.
Anyways, since zone training was scheduled so last minute we had a lesson afterwards that would be cutting it close as far as making it back in time--but it was on her birthday and we had planned a surprise and everything, so there was totally no way we were cancelling that, so instead of going to lunch with the zone, we booked it to McDy's to America-style this thing and grab some food to go and catch the early train back. So we get to the train station and our platform and everything and asked the official-train-lady "Hey, does this train go to Szombathely?" and she was like, "Yes, but" (*insert hand motion*) "this half goes to Sopron and this half" (*insert another hand motion*)"goes to Szombathely." And I was like, "Cool, thanks." And got on the Szombathely-hand-motion-half and pretty quickly fell asleep because, like, forreal I had to catch a train at the crack of dawn to make it to an impromptu Hungarian zone training in Győr.
We all know where this is going. Yes, I woke up practically in Sopron.
Awkward.
I encourage you all to Google map search the difference so you can understand quite how awkward this is. #seniorcompfail
Haha, the miracle is we actually ended up being able to catch an insanely fast train back from the insanely klassz train station in Sopron to Szombathely and managed to make it to our program in time. Prayer works, people. Prayer works. Alsoo...the slushies in Sopron are pretty dang good, in case ya'll were wondering ;)
Anywho, I'm leaving Szombathely. I guess there's a rule written somewhere in Some Very Important Mission Book I haven't read that says Sister Carle can't stay in an area for more that fourteen weeks. Honestly, I almost cried when I got the call, I felt such a weight lifted from my shoulders. Szombathely taught me a lot. There have been two points on my mission where I've felt so low that I felt the only direction to go was up---one of which was here in Szombathely. If there is one thing I'm walking away from this area knowing, it's that trials don't come to make you despair. They come so you can learn to get up, rub some dirt on it, and try again. Because you're stronger than you thought.
Also---love. Love is the key. And, yeah, I know, it's cliché and overplayed and they write it on Hallmark cards and over-commercialize the idea at Christmas time and in Pixar movies and all that touch-y feel-y stuff, but when you learn to really dig deep and love the way that Christ loved you--that's how to learn instead of just endure.
Anyways, happy 4th of July from the Szombathely lands, soon to be the Nyíregyháza lands. Hope ya'll enjoyed your barbeques and fireworks (or lack of fireworks if you're in Richmond apparently...) Don't forget about your favorite Hungarian mish :)
Aaand when all is said and done...
Tudom hogy a Mormon könyve igaz!
Szeretet mindig,
Carle Nővér
p.s. Sorry my pictures recently have kind of devolved to just boring me in front of random scenes in Hungary, I don't know if I'm lacking will power or creativity or what--but I'll shoot for better ones next week. Love you!