hey fam....
so we were expecting our transfer calls this past saturday to figure out what the heck was happening to us....but instead we find out thursday morning that they are comng thursday night. what the heck are they trying to do to me? so while you all were gathering together as a family to celebrate the graduation of sam i was sitting here over in spain with a case of the nervous poos. austin told me about these before i left but i didn’t quite understand the intensity of them till this past transfer when i experienced them....this past thursday i indeed had the nervous poos while waiting for the long awaited call of transfers. nothing sits well in your stomach, and the texture of your poo is just not the same on days like these. see the mission is like mesa-a fishbowl- everyone knows everything about everyone even if you have no idea who they are. seriously you just have two lists of names in your head during the call. a list of people that you would be relieved if you heard their name and a list of people you would want to slit your wrists if you heard their name. welp here’s the news: I’m staying here in hospitalet and hermana dalton is my new companion. her name was on my list of goods. so as of now my next six weeks are looking up. i haven’t met her yet. i pick her up tomorrow from the train station but i hear she’s a hard worker and funny. Couldn’t ask for more. as for cruz she’s been banished to the seclusion of the islands the one place she didn’t want to serve. we all thought she was going to leave tomorrow but we found out friday night that her plane was for yesterday........ she’s gone. cruz is gone. It’s not fair that they can just take her away like that from me.
moment of silence for my last two translados with hermana cruz.
Here’s what i learned from that girl:
you can be an amazing missionary while still being yourself and having fun. if your not having fun something is wrong. she was very service minded and was always thinking of others. Here’s my favorite thing she would do for me.....everyone and i mean EVERYONE serves the missionaries carbonated drinks. i don’t understand why people can’t just give us water. but she knows my hatred for carbonation drinks...it makes me fart...so she would always drink hers really quickly and then switch our cups and drink mine. she attempted to teach me a few other things too that i just didn’t catch on too like how to manipulate people and be a gangster....she told me i can’t pull off the word nigga.....nigga please she doesn’t know what she’s talking about. she taught me how to cook too--you just add oregano to everything and it tastes good.
Anyway, i had a blast with that girl. taking her to the airport and watching her leave was kind of the same feeling as leaving for the MTC. i thought after leaving the US i would be done with my goodbyes to family and friends....little did i know i would be dealing with that for the next year and a half of my life. jokes on you michael ann...jokes on you....
awkward moment of the week: so our last district meeting this past tuesday our zone leader elder littlefield was sharing his candy with us and he threw a sweedish fish to everyone. throws one to hermana cruz and PLOP right down the shirt in between the brestises....we’ve got a hole in one people!!!!! we just all sat there awkwardly not knowing what to do next. oh man i miss cruz.
LOVE YOU. MISS YOU. STALK YOU.
written earlier.
below written now...
hna dalton got here. shes awesome. i approve.
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