Wow it is already time to write again!
Elder Wilding
We went to Baikal today. It is a beautiful place there. I drank the water right
out of the massive lake. The water was so clear. Baikal is so huge!
It looks just like the ocean. If only we had fishing poles. After
looking at the lake and taking pictures we went to the main reneek and I
bought a nesting doll for you mom (it's purple) and a few other
things. We also ate плов which is like fried rice and chicken and pork
and also шашлыки which is like a shish kabob. The food was good then we
hopped on a taxi back to Irkutsk and from there a bus back to Angarsk.
It was fun and I would definitely want to go again but it is in total
four hours of travel so it isn't something you want to do every p-day.
I
almost forgot, this week was New Years. HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE! The
Russians love it so much. It is their favorite holiday. it is
basically Christmas for them. They still have Christmas but it isn't
as anticipated for as New Years. When we went out on New Years the streets were basically empty, I guess
everybody partied a little too hard the night before. Seriously it was
odd how few people were on the streets, we took a tramby and we were the
only ones on it and they are usually loaded. It was still fun to be
what you could of called a ghost town. We had to go in at 5 pm. We did weekly planning in that time instead of doing it on Friday.
And then we played ping pong the rest of the time. Somebody sent Elder
Lyman a mini ping pong net and a ball and two small paddles. So
naturally we moved our kitchen table into the living room and had
tournaments of ping pong. You need to send me one of those mom! The
whole time we played we could hear fireworks outside and could see a
few. It is actually kind of funny because they celebrate for about 10
days. It starts on New Years and ends a little after Christmas (Jan 7th).
So we will be out contacting and fireworks will be going off behind you
or in front of you. It is so fun! I wish it was like this all the
time!
The struggle this week is that I have
been losing stuff like crazy. I lost my book that I have been keeping
for 19 weeks about what happens in the week so right now I am having
trouble remembering. i also lost a hacky sack Elder De Sandres mom gave
to me for Christmas and just yesterday I lost my planner. It was a good
time to lose it I guess though because we were on our last day but
this is just getting out of hand (literally!).
It
has been
getting warmer and we have been on the streets a lot so that is a
blessing. The transfer ended this week and all four of us elders are
staying here in Angarsk but the sisters are both out of here but are
staying together and going to Khabarovsk I think. I get to train Elder
De Sandre for 6 more weeks which I am excited for. Oh I just remembered
something! Last night when we were calling the sisters like we do
every night they didn't pick up and their phone was native stupen. So
me
and Elder Lyman figured that we would run over to their place to just
make sure everything was OK. We ran there and once we got there this
police car pulled up with his lights on and asked what we were doing and
Elder Lyman told him we were checking on our friends. They asked for
our documents and we gave them to them and everything worked out, they
thought it was a little strange that we were running at 10:30
at night but everything was fine. We called the sisters through the
door phone but it was just ringing and nobody was answering. Then the
sisters called us and said that somebody was outside of their door
calling their room haha. They could see us through their window but
thought that we were somebody different. We told them it was
us and they were so glad because they were so scared before they knew.
Haha that was the first time I have had a police even talk to me
my whole mission. They were really good guys though.
Well
sorry I can't really remember much else that happened but I am going to
buy another notebook so that I will next time. Tell Weston поздравляю
for me.
I love you all!
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