Ew. I don't know what the deal is, but today, I am a crier. I'm just sitting at this computer in the library, sniffing and wiping tears, and feeling like a bit of a fruit cake. I don't even know what the deal is. So. THAT'S nice. Hopefully no one's seeing this and thinking, "Gross. What is that strange American girl doing?" That would be awkward for all of us.
So, first, I'd like to warn you all that I'm living on borrowed time. Here's the thing. The water here? It's questionable. QUITE questionable. We have to drink it only out of bottled water or run it through our filtered water bottles. SUCH a pain. And I like to eat oatmeal albo Mleczna Start (it's KINDA like Cream of Wheat. But more delicious. And for children.) albo baby food (Yeah. Um, I legit eat baby food here. Like, baby rice cereal? But it's banana flavored. So it's better. I just feel a little weird about the fact that I eat baby food for breakfast every morning. But it's good, so cóż. It's called Bobowita. It's got a cute little bear of the bag. Anyways. That is NOT the point.) for breakfast. Which all require hot water. But let's be real here - I don't have TIME to be sitting around, squeezing water out of my water bottle with a filter! Ain't NOBODY got time for that. So I just put sink water in the bowl and microwave it. And if it boils for two minutes, it's suppose to be safe, right? Well. Anyways. I haven't been microwaving it, and boiling it, for the full two minutes. To znaczę I could basically drop dead at any second. I mean, it's not likely. But it IS a possiblity. So, you know. You've been warned or whatever.
Another thing. I'm literally always ugly here. It's so unfortunate. But you see, it's blasted hot. And super humid. So if you bother with make-up, you sweat it off in apporiximately four minutes flat. And bangs? They are a thing of the past. Because if I wear them down, they also are plastered to my forehead (gross imagery, I know. I'm sorry) in four minutes flat. You can imagine why this is a problem. So basically I live with my bangs up, if not all my hair (it's so hot!), and wear the bare minimum make-up wise. It's gross. Pictures will be scanty (and I believe that's for the best. Really, I'm doing you all a favor here.) I'm just not quite up to the Temple Square Standard of Beauty. So good thing I'm in Poland ...
The Fourth of July was SUPER weird. For a plethora of reasons. Reason 1 - Sister Allen was in Warsaw for Leadership Training. So it was just Sister Hemming and I on our lonesomes. That was strange. Also, we had to get up at 5 to get her to the train station on time. I am not a fan of that. I mean, if 6:30 isn't early enough, day in and day out, let's get up at 5 every once in a while! I suppose it makes me grateful for 6:30, so that's nice. But at the same time ... it's the bane of my existence. Reason 2 - We're in Poland. To zanzcę our Fourth was NOT very Fourth-y. Apparently they don't really celebrate it here. What's that about, am I right? But we visited a family from the States for a lesson, and they gave us root beer. That felt pretty American. And we talked to this strange old Polish woman who told us about how she LOVES the States and lived there for a little while, and she said "God bless America" about 43 times. That was pretty American. And for dinner we had burgers with the elders at this weird burger place where they had lots of weird paintings of Samuel L. Jackson. Weird. But American. Reason 3 - I wasn't with you people. I've really not been homesick. Except the Fourth was really hard. Because, zwykly, I'm with family on a day such as the Fourth. Not being with family? Boo. Not a fan. Also, knowing that my family is in Oregon? Vacationing? Family-ing and coś takiego? Also a little rough. Ick. I do not like missing home. Of course, that is to be expected. I don't think there's anything unusual about missing home, especially at times such as these. But still. I don't like it. But anyways. Where was I? Ah, yes. So as far as Fourth of July's as a missionary go, not too bad. Definitely nie zwykłe (to znaczę, unusual), but not half bad. And the burger was pretty good. So yeah. That was our Fourth.
We got a baptismal date last week. And then she flaked our next lesson. Because she gave us a bad address. That was unfortunate. We no longer have a baptismal date. But I tend to think maybe it's for the best with that one ... She was a little bit of a strange cookie. And I DON'T think she was all there ... She wasn't playing with a full deck, bless her heart.
We gave Ola a bible last week, and then later in the week she texted us and said she didn't know rainbows were a reminder about the flood with Noah and that God promised to not flood the earth again sort of deal. She's reading her bible! Ah, Ola. She's so great. We love her. We're meeting with her this week (fingers crossed! She's staying with her parents for the summer, but she's back in Kraków every so often), and it's going to be a DTR lesson. Which I am NOT excited about. But she's not really progressing, and she's not super willing to make commitments and try. Beyond reading the KM (she reads her KM and prays faithfully). Dang it! I just really need for this girl to progress so we don't have to drop her. That would be SUPER sad, because we totally love her! She's so great!
Summer is a hard time to be a missionary. Because everyone is on vacation. The people we talk to in Kraków? They're vacationers. Our investigators we meet with regularly? All on vacation. For, like, THREE MONTHS. That's a thing they do in Poland. They go on vacation for the summer, and they mean the whole darn summer. SO strange. Back in the states, you leave for a week. Chyba two. The entire summer? I don't think so.
The trio thing is still going. It's hard, but it's good. And I feel like we get it a little better figured out everyday. It's just got a very different dynamic to it, and I think it'll take a little while to get all the kinks out. But so far so good!
As for an update on the mosquito situation, I believe the high is 38 (well, that was only on my legs. I didn't count any on my arms, so it's actually more than that. How much more? I couldn't tell you. Not that this is all that important ... but whatevs). It's a killer. I'm buying bug spray today. And then I'm going to douse every single thing I own in it. And then I'm going to shower in it. No, not really. Probably I'll just spray it on my legs before we go out in the morning. I don't know why, but those kamary seem to REALLY like me. And my feet. They bit the tops of my feet and my ankles. Ew. So awkward. So I just look like a leper. That, combined with the ugliness of summer? ... Maybe there's a reason our investigators are leaving ... "Oh, yeah. Sister Young. She's QUITE a sight. Let's just leave Kraków for the summer. Maybe when we get back in the fall she won't be quite as horrifying." Coś takiego.
I feel like that's all I've got for you guys this week. So ... Yep. Much love. All that jazz. Have fun in Oregon, family. But - you know. Not TOO much fun. You're not allowed to have TOO much fun until I'm with you. Sorry, kids!
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