Today we made cookies during our lunch break and our neighbor called us, who lives in our building. He is also a member in our ward and he is a cook. When he called he said,
“I hear kitchen sounds, what are your making?”
“We’re making cookies.”
“What kind of cookies?”
“Peanut butter cookies.”
“Oh my goodness, why would you do that to me!!?”
We also made root beer this week, it came out clear in color it looks like Sprite, I have no idea why.
Vlore is in Limbo, transfers are coming. Even the members are waiting to see where everyone is going. One elder has been here a long time and wants to be transferred, another elder has laryngitis, bronchitis and everything in between. He was writing everything down because he literally couldn’t speak, he had no voice. We are hoping to stay in Vlore. My trainer will finish her mission and go home next week.
So this happened….Last Sunday in church, someone asked me how to spell my name. So I showed him my nametag and he wrote it down on this form and filled in next Sunday’s date, and handed it to me, it was signed by the Bishop. Pretty much it just says I have to give a talk next week during sacrament meeting...
The missionaries are getting more and more tired. Every night we go to bed and we wake up in the morning more exhausted. That’s why the elders are sick and my companion had a bad experience. We went to a fast food restaurant, but fast food here isn’t really fast. While we were waiting for our food, my companion turned and walked away and went towards the door. On the way she dropped her water bottle and it spilled all over the floor and she continued walking out onto the sidewalk. I went after her and she wasn’t really “with it”. Her eyes were staring wide open and she looked terrified. Then she almost collapsed onto the ground but I caught her with the help an employee. She remembers while waiting for the food, she suddenly felt very sick and then her vision went blotchy. After we put her in a chair, everyone around started talking in Albanian first, and then they all began speaking English. Sister Bezus was still out of it and so they were asking her questions in English and she was answering in Albanian, it was super funny. She asked for a Sprite, but they don’t have that here so they gave her a Fanta and she began to feel better. Then we had to call Sister Hydrick the mission nurse and she bombarded me with questions. She wanted to know how much water my companion drank that afternoon, and I told her she had a half of a half-liter bottle, but she wanted to know how much that is in cups. Then she was upset with me because I couldn’t tell her what my companion’s face looked like when she was falling… “what color was it, was she flushed, did she feel cold and clammy, was she hot and sweaty…?” I don’t know I was just trying to catch her before she fell to the ground! We think she had heat exhaustion because we walked today in the hot afternoon sun for 3 hours.
I love you all to Gallifrey and back!!