Well I will no longer be following proper rules of
grammar--this key board is french and differs in some funny ways and my fingers
feel spazy while typing but i fear that by the time I get home I won’t' know
how to use the english ones anymore:)
Anyways, things are going well here:)
I made lots of friends in all of the different airports, and even had a
lovely breakfast in the airport in south africa with a kind old man from canada
who had been in ghana on a mission trip and was going to maui i believe to
visit his son:)
Had a rather exciting time at the airport in Reunion--for
whatever reason when I landed in mauritius instead of having a three hour
layover like it said on my ticket I got personally and brisquly escorted to the
next plane and consequently arrived in La Reunion three hours early. That wasn’t a problem. I went up to the information desk (turns out
they only spoke french so i was lucky I knew enough to get by) and asked to
call the number I had for the mission home in madagascar--but they said their
phones could only call in La Reunion. So
I went to the international payphone but my card would"t work.... I
thought oh well, waiting is fine and I had things I could do (journaling;
reading, etc). But the airport workers
got a little crazy/anxious. It turns out
the airport completely closes at 10:30pm so they were trying so hard to find me
a place to go. I could tell that they
thought I was literally crazy -- an american with no phone, no number in La
Reunion to call, no names of anyone here, no address, I didn't even know the
city I was going to... They were trying to call any Mormons they knew to come
get me. In the end just as they were
calling a hotel to reserve me a room, the Madson's (the senior couple on the island)
showed up to get me:)
I am in St. Pierre now (it is the first time sisters have
been in the city for a long time -- there are also two sets of elders
here). I have two trainers (Soeur
Berchel from Toulouse, France, and Soeur Packer from the U.S.). The apartment is new so the first night I
slept on the floor which was exciting:)
I had my opening interview with the mission president over skype and
will meet him next week.
As I think some of you know it is like summer here and it turns out that St. Pierre is as hot as it can get (good thing I like to be warm:) It is sort of interesting to literally be sweating every moment of the day and the entirety of the night (I laughed to myself and said good thing i used to sleep with so many blankets I'd sweat it was preparing me for this;) Anyways the island is gorgeous and the people are kind. I will give a story or two next week. But in closing, for my mom;), I am in good health and eating well and drinking lots:) I love you all and I will write next week:) !!!!!
--Soeur Wilson
No comments:
Post a Comment