Holy cow, I'm in California!!!
This world is crazy!!! There is so much to say, but they put me on an iPad to email. So, sorry this email is lame.
* we had an investigator in the Mtc (they aren't usually
real investigators, just fakers) who, I kid you not, fell asleep during
our lesson. He was so funny. He'd answer our questions but got back to
snoozing. So funny. He committed to baptism. We are rockstars.
* There were men picketing at the Provo temple when
we'd wander about who were preaching all the same things that we preach.
He smelled like pot! I really wanted to ask if i could just stand by
him so I could feel closer to home. My companion said no though... So I
didn't.
* The food at the Mtc is pretty... You know... Good... I am extremely grateful for my iron stomach!
*
funny story, I walked into one of my first classes and the instructor
was pretty exuberant and I almost walked into him. "Hi Sister Hall!!" He
said.
"Do you know me?" I asked suspiciously
*he points to my name tag*
.... "Oh right...." We've been declared BFF since then.
(There is so much I want to say. Emailing on an iPad is dumb)
There are like 3000 different types of palm trees.
Some are dibe-sized and others look homeless with lots of dead looking
hair... Some look like paradise. It's great.
The
lady we live with warned us that they have scorpions and tarantulas and
snakes.... I told my district leaders that if I see one, I can't
promise not to burn down the house... I haven't seen one yet.... Our
home share doesn't like to kill them. I didn't have the heart to tell
her that I would have to be the biggest man to step on a tarantula...
Seriously. Put a saddle on one of those and we wouldn't need a car!
My companion is sister pack. She is
from Idaho falls and she's great. We are opening up this area (Hemet) to
sisters. We have a family ward and a YSA ward and it is exhausting on
Sundays. Seriously. Church/meetings from 0700-1630 then all the
missionary stuff we have to do. It is crazy! But the work is great. I
challenged someone to baptism in my second ever lesson. Which according
tithe training process, doesn't happen for a long time. So that was
cool. They said no, but we continue to see them. They're so close!
Becca: are you related to a Ryan Eggett? He
conducted the Mtc choir. I will send you a snail mail letter in response
to yours. We only have a little bit of time to email. So stand by!
Eno:
I got both packages! Seriously, made my day! Those socks and mints
saved my life. Also, I have been emailing the wrong chelsey bramwell...
Haha. Maybe she will be baptized now!
Mom: sorry I couldn't call. It was $20 a minute At the airport.
Forget that... So sister smart offered to call to let you know I didn't
die. I didn't die
Mike: do you know a brother Lyons? He's from centennial and said he knows a Wes gore.
Alex: do not play with tornados! Miss you! Write me a real letter. Kay?
Tess: I won't judge. I ran about 30 feet. AT SEA LEVEL, and threw up. I'm cool....
Mom:
I got your letter and I love the stamps. Don't worry about getting me
more. I don't go out to eat with the other missionaries so I get to buy
my own stamps.
I think that's it. Love you all. Miss you all.
Alex, don't forget to toss this on the blog. I'll write a real email next week when I have a keyboard and a mouse...
Best,
Di
The littlest missionary with a white girl for
Ps. No pictures yet. I haven't figured that out yet.
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