So, basically I had some weird strain of Hungarian stomach flu (Carle Nővér's Pro Tip of the Week: want to make something ordinary sound particularly fancy? Add the word "Hungarian" to the front of it. What's that? A pot. Well, that's rather unextraordinary. What is that? A Hungarian pot? Hot dang do I want to make some fancy Hungarian soup in that fancy Hungarian pot you got there. This is true. I promise.) Anyways, you know if I don't feel like writing I'm pretty sick. I spent Sunday night curled up on the floor of my apartment with my teddy bear (no shame) in a weird state of fever dreaming--without ever actually sleeping---so that was trippy. So I'm pretty sure the lack of, you know, a night of sleep compounded with a strange illness that made me well, throw up every couple hours, compounded with my stubbornness to still go out and teach our lessons and email brought me to feverish-hallucinating state by that evening which I would definitely NOT EVER recommend anyone reaching. Ever. Ever ever ever.
The Bright Side:
1.) I'm better now! Yay!
2.) We thought I might have actually had a nasty serving of food poisoning at first and I thought Heavenly Father was sending me a very clear message about His thoughts on my eating habits so I promised in the midst of feverish haze of hallucinational confusion that I would change. I also wrote this in my planner. In quite big letters. I ate three bananas and six apples this week. That, my friends, is what we call the road to recovery.
Anyways, the Hip-Hop-Happenings of Magyarország (Haha yeah I just said that...):
1.) We got the second stake president of Hungary EVER this week. And I was there! I kid you not--second ever. For the whole country. Say what now.
2.) Stake conferences in Hungary are the bomb because literally the entire membership in the country gets together in Pest. Perks of having only one stake, I guess? Actually, apparently we're pushing to get two stakes by the middle of next year which would be CRAZY, I'm interested to see how that goes.
3.) I held a fiesta with one of our investigators this week because I suffer from a disorder I like to call "too-eccentric-for-my-own-good" and I am a firm believer in the bonding power of fiestas. One slight problem: do you know how difficult it is to come across Mexican food in the middle of Szeged-flipping-Hungary?? Do you know who came across Mexican food in the middle of Szeged-flipping-Hungary?? Yep. That's right. Carle Nővér magnifying her calling one can of queso at a time.
4.) We had a cleaning check this week which we passed--which in college means we don't get fined but in mission life means the senior couple gives us two containers of chocolate chip cookies. I could get used to this.
5.) Our investigators are all doing great--it makes me so happy when you all email me and ask about them because my life kind of revolves around them right now haha. Seriously, though, they're awesome. I love them to pieces.
6.) Dear all
(I say this twice for emphasis),
This week I just beg you to love what you do. There is something with meeting with investigators of all shapes, sizes, and walks of life that really highlights how absolutely beautiful each part of life is. Honestly. Every shape of life--from young mother to starving college student to elderly couple and beyond are so fantastically astounding in the way they fit into the fabric of life I really just want to urge you to remember that right now---right now is beautiful. And I'll get off my soapbox for now--but just love what you do. Even if it's difficult--because things change and people grow and move in and out of your life and right now is good. Really, really good.
I love you all and I'm really glad I had the chance to hear from you all this week--keep being awesome.
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