Returned missionares aren't kidding when they say that on the mission you will experience the highest highs and the lowest lows. Let's start from the beginning shall we? The first half of this week was a low....oh low low.....how low can you go low....yeah, that low.
We started off the week with another delicious FHE with one of my favorite familes of the Branch. The Gartovchenko's! The father and mother don't live together but this mother knows what she is doing and has won the gold star for raising the best behaved children in the neighborhood, except for when you fill there mouths chuck full of chocolate....
This week we a Kiev zone conference! So we had a little slumber party at a fellow sisters apartment, of course getting lost along the way, and waiting for our hero's to come rescue us as we sat outside of a metro while listening to some classic Beatovan (my apologies my spell check is deciding to humiliate me and choosing not to work) being played by a beggar who doesn't kid around when it comes to the violin. Let me tell you, these Ukrainians have got some skill.
It's been a tough week for me so and i just soaked up this Zone Conference like a sponge, so i needed to go outside to dry out. A picture can say a thousand words so let me make this short. Wind....is and will forever be my enemy...
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| Ok Sister Andrson you just squint your eyes reeeeal small and i'll pull mine open so that they have no choice but to stay open. Yes, yes, this is good. |
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| 7th time is the charm! And thank you cloud. |
Another Clark adventure this week, which are always my favorite because #1 i get to get dirt up in my nails and #2 i we get to ride the train! This was by far the most packed train i have ever been in and it made a can of sardines look like an open loft. After the doors air sealed us in shut all i could hear was a "Phff puff spluf puff puff mummble mummble" and i start looking around for the dog that is being suffocated. Then i start to hear a "Girl! Get your phff puff hair puff muffle muffle out of mummble muff puff my face!" Little did i know that my horse tail of a pony tail was the means of suffocating a babushka! She managed to escape her hand from the crammed situation and took my hoodied and situated it on my head not before givin my head a good couple thumps.
I promise you that i am not going semi goth on the mission, need i say again that the wind is not my friend? For service this week i got to dig through a compost pile that had been sitting and settling and stewing for the past winter. That day i realized that you can compost just about anything. Baby diapers anyone?
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| When you don't have a baseball or a bat to play baseball you use a shovel and a rotten potatoe |
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| It's spring! |
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| I think i now know what Ukrainians are pro squatters... |
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| Sister Oksana Kyhol one of the inactives of the branch who is a mean knitter |
Behold the results of a sister missionary who just lost more than half of her entire email her entire mass email and has zip time left. It's been just one of those days. Enjoy creating stories out of these pictures! Be creative!
XOXOXOXO
-Сестра Ро
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