Family! Oh my heck! Hello, Family! I just freakin' love you people. Just so you know. So MUCH.
I don't know about printing things yet, but if you could send them via pouch mail, that would ROCK. I would love it.
So. Mother's Day. Here's the low-down. You need to call me (I'll give you the number in a second), so you need to figure out how to call abroad (if you don't know how to already). I'll be calling at 11 AM your time. So do what you have to do to make that work. Because of differences in time zones and crap, that's basically the only time I've got. So. Yes. Here's the number - ***. So call me at 11. And that's that. And I can't wait to talk to you guys! I know, I talked to you PRETTY recently. But still! I can never talk to you enough!
And now. Wow. Here I am. And I have SO much to tell!
Let's begin with the plane rides. Wow. SO LONG. Like, wow. I just don't even know what to say. But they were long, and I didn't sleep AT ALL. That was a bit of a bummer. Luckily I had enough adrenline pumping through my veins to keep me going. That was a blessing. I tell you, I never want to go that long without sleep again. It's just not worth it. Ugh. I don't even like thinking about it. I love sleep.
So then we were in Warsaw, met the mission president, everything was great. Skipping ahead to our train ride to Kraków. We BARELY made the trian before it left (so that was a blessing). However, it was quite crowded because apparently there was some holiday last weekend. So there was no where for us to sit or to put our baggage. Hence we sat on our baggage in the little corridor thing. Yeah. This is also a true story. We literally sat in a hallway on our suitcases, my companion and I. And we talked to this FREAKING CUTE little boy named Kuba. SO cute. Oh my heck. And I tried to talk to him in Polish. He corrected me several times. However, when he asked what my favorite color was, and I said, "Róźowy and żółty," his mother gave me a thumbs up because I said it right. So that was a proud moment. A little bit later this lady with a cart of food and drinks ("Anything from the trolley, dear?" Yes - just like that) came by and made us move. With all our luggage. Which was a pain. So then we had to lug our luggage through, like, four train cars all the way to the front of the train. WHAT a nightmare. Luckily a nice boy named Piotr helped us, so that was cool of him. We taught him a first. He wasn't interested. But he was very nice, so whatever. Good enough. So then we got to Kraków and took our stuff onto the tram (also a pain), and had to pull it through some nice, cold, wet streets to our apartment. On the way I lost the back of my nametag. And then found it yesterday morning. So that was fun. Anyways. What an adventure. We finally got home, then we had to go get food (no one had been in the apartment the last transfer, so we had basically nothing. Like, not even dish soap. We lived like animals for a couple days).
So yeah. Here we are.
Fun story. We were out tractować-ing (when in doubt, add ować to the end of the word, and BOOM! It's Polish.) and we ended up in this building, yeah? So we knock on this door. Get nothing. However, the music in the room next to us stops and we hear someone talking. So we're like, "Yeah. Okay. We'll try this one." So Sister Allen knocks on the door, and this guy, wearing nothing but his underwear (yeah, that's right. You read it right. Super sketch), pokes his head around the doorway and is like, "Yes? I don't speak Polish. Let me get dressed." Yes. You do that. Here, I'll get the door for you. Just for PITY'S SAKE put on some clothes. So the guy gets dressed (and Sister Allen and I are just in the hall, trying to keep the laughter to a minimum) and then he comes back. So we said who we are, and he TOTES let us in for a lesson! Which was unexpected. And fun. And all a little weird. He was French (which explains the, "Oh, let me just answer the door real quick in my skivvies" thing. I mean, really. Why am I not surprised he's French?). So we had a lesson, it was fun. He was weird.
I'm almost out of time, so I've got to go! Love you SO SO SO SO much, and I promise I'll write more next time and send pictures! Things have been pretty crazy! Love YOU ALL SO MUCH!
Sorry! The computer was about to kick me off! Luckily Siostra Allen (whom I ADORE!!!!!!!) went and got me more time. So I was stressing, had to hurry and send what I had - you get the picture.
I ADORE Siostra Allen. She is AMAZING. Oh my heck. I love her. She speaks WONDERFUL Polish, and she's really good at helping me with it. She takes really good care of me. Man, I love her. She's the best.
The apartment is a little sketch. But fine. But sketch.
I'm going to try to send pictures, but I don't know if I'll be able to or not. It's all a little sketch around here.
Mission home was fine. There's not much to say, really.
Poland is beautiful! I love it thus far! I mean, I've been here not even a week. My opinion isn't very well informed. But so far so good! The language is kicking my trash.
The weather is beautiful! It's been nice and sunny today and yesterday! Before that it was really wet and misty and foggy and chilly. Like England ought to be.
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