Soaked

It's been raining a lot here. I don't know if anyone watches European news, but the Danube is flooding! Don't worry, it isn't really affecting Romania, but it is raining a lot. Naturally, I wanted to take pictures of water and me splashing, so I asked my companion to take a photo of me splashing. Now, my waterproof boots are soaked. Why? They are waterproof. I'll tell you. We were having trouble getting the splash, so I probably jumped in the puddle 20 times. The water got inside my boots and I'm still waiting for them to dry. I couldn't wear them to church, and I was afraid it was going to rain again. Rain isn't too good for suede shoes. Those are the only shoes I have, boots and suede, besides my Vibram 5fingers. So, I cut holes for my toes in my tights and called it good! I'm so inventive. It was only a one day thing, but maybe I'll do it more when I get home.

One of those stories...

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Sora Heim learned a valuable lesson this week. So far on her mission, she has never had to specify that she would like to sleep in a sleeper car going to Bucuresti. She usually just walks up to the window, says she wants 2 tickets to Bucuresti, first class and pays the money. Naturally, this time, that is what she did. However, this time, she was not in a sleeper car. She was in the normal cars. I'm completely fine with that, but the elders pulled some strings and there were 2 beds left in 2nd class. Not bad.

With all our luggage going to transfers, Sora Heim took the brunt end of the craziness and slept curled up in front of the bags, and using her backpack as a pillow. This isn't that bad, she thought to herself. Hopefully, I will not have to go to the restroom in the middle of the night. The people in the cabin were nice enough and stayed up until the normal hour around midnight. That's fine, she thought to herself, I cannot make them go to sleep. At least they realized they were not allowed to smoke in the cabin. That was a blessing, and they didn't break that restriction. But, horror struck in the middle of the night. Romanian meat!

Dum dum DUUUUM! 

She awoke, slightly chilled from the cool night air blowing through the window, her stomach churning. Ew. Please, God, let me at least get into the gara. She sat there and tried to go back to sleep. Sora Heim's stomach turned this way and that, two cats fighting for their territory. The pros and cons weighed her mind. I shouldn't have eaten that sarmale. Eventually, the desire to feel better won the fight and she snuck out of the cabin. She walked slowly to the WC and paused. Remembering previous train rides, she was not looking forward to what was behind that door. GGRAWR! I have no choice she thought, and pushed open the door.

No smell. No mess. Dodged another bullet. She tried to walk back to her cabin, head dizzy, face hot. She wasn't sure what would happen if she went back in, so she dropped to the floor in front of the sliding door where she spent the rest of her night. Ok, maybe not the whole night, but a good 20 minutes until she was no longer dizzy...

Later, the next  night and on the way home to the apartment in Bucuresti Sora Heim, with her new companion in step, had a great idea to stop at a grocery store and pick up some stuff for breakfast and the next day. All was well. It was a pretty night, and things were all right. Then, in the store she heard what sounded like a down pour of rain. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then with a light shake of the head she exhaled the words, "I hope that is a fountain and not rain."

When they approached the exit nobody was exiting the mall. But, they did and saw the millions of cats and dogs falling from the heavens. They stopped under the overhanging roof. Sora Hebdon turned to Sora Heim and asked about their options.

1. We can buy an umbrella.
2. We can wait.
3. We can get wet.

They decided to get wet. Sora Heim took off her suede shoes and shoved them into her crowded backpack. The water was warm enough and in some places they trekked through puddles halfway up her calves. During the trip home she spoke about why she decided to come on a mission and about her mission call. It was all very magical and interesting in the midst of a monsoon. Water dripped from them when they walked into the apartment, but Sora Heim's suede shoes were fine.

fine Romanian goods

Rain

It's been raining a lot here. I don't know if anyone watches European news, but the Danube is flooding! Don't worry, it isn't really affecting Romania, apart from massive amounts of rain. Naturally, I wanted to take pictures of water and me splashing.

Now, my waterproof boots are soaked. Why? Soaked from the inside out. We were having trouble getting the splash, so I probably jumped in the puddle 20 times. The water got inside my boots and I'm still waiting for them to dry. I couldn't wear them to church, and I was afraid it was going to rain again. Rain isn't too good for suede shoes. Those are the only shoes I have, boots and suede, besides my Vibram 5fingers. So, I cut holes for my toes in my tights and called it good! It was only a one day thing, but maybe I'll do it more when I get home.

Pământ

This week for FHE it was Sora Adams' and my turn to make treats. What did we make? Pământ! DIRT! Hahahaha. We're so American! I told everyone in Romanian that's what it was, and they looked at us like we were crazy. Pudding with crunched up cookie and a gummy worm stuck in it. We actually used 2 gummy worms. Everyone was so hesitant to eat it, let alone eat the worm. It was so funny. But the missionaries all said, "Mmmm! Dirt!" Haha. For the most part they enjoyed the cookie and pudding combination.  We also had different flavors of dirt. The normal everyday brown dirt, a white sand, and a clay. It was all very tasty. I preferred the clay.

a story written by one of the students in our English class