so on the night of day 10, we were taking an overnight train ride back to iasi and the mean train man who we nicknamed porkchop, took lots of monies from elisa and i and that was really not fun.
we got into iasi around 8:30 the next morning and had enough time to drop our stuff off at home and meet up with mario at the bus stop to go meet the kids.. we were all really sleepy, stinky, and i was still bitter about the night before, so it wasn’t the best time for first impressions, but we did the best we could. the orphanage was a lot nicer than i thought it was going to be. we got a tour of each room and we will find out later who we are specifically working with. we will find out sunday and start work on monday.
there was a branch activity on friday night. well they called it an activity but it was more like a fireside about missionary work and fellowshipping, put on by the missionaries. they tried to make this house out out of these big cookie cracker things for their object lesson, but it didn’t work and was kind of funny. there was a big polka concert going on outside of the cultural palace, but we were warned by an elder that if we went to it we would loose our salvation… so was walked through it and straight home after to spend our friday evening editing photos. o and dad called me this night and it was wonderful.
saturday: elisa took melissa and i to the hospital. it is a pretty far walk but we stopped at a covrigi stand half way, so it wasn’t too bad. when we got there we hiked up to the top floor and started going from nurse to nurse asking if there were any babies with out mamas.. at the hospitals here the nurses and doctors only pass meds and all of the caring, like changing diapers or giving baths, are done by the mothers, so when an orphan is brought to the hospital they don’t get changed – so it is our job to find them and fix them and love them for as long as we can until we have to hurry on to the next group of babies… that was the hardest part… finding this sick, precious, stinky baby… cleaning them up and holding them and then having to lay them back down, often crying to go take care of more… i wish we could have stayed longer but there was just not enough time for all of them… but that was just day one.. we have established a schedule to make sure that we get at least three people there everyday, including weekends. i am really excited about this, more than the orphanage… it will be hard, but i’ve learned that sometimes the hardest things are the most worth it.
it felt so good to finally be doing what i came here to do.. the past months of preparation are finally paying off now that the work has begun... our group motto is make it count... that's the plan - to make every second count, serve my little heart out and come home exhausted, with no regrets!!!
dad, remember that boy you showed me from the paper? we met him… he is such a happy boy for being so hurt… his family all died in a fire and he was severely burned al over his body.. like he doesn’t have a face, or fingers, and the skin on his legs are transparent, and it has been months.. so i was kind of bummed because we were in there with him for quite a while, and at first i was fine, but the more i looked at him, i started to feel a little sick… i was okay if i didn’t look at his face, but his sweet little eyes, just made me so sad, i had to leave.. i think i will need to keep exposing myself to him in small increments before i can really sit with him, prayers, prayers, prayers… anyways.. they are still working on getting all the paperwork done for him to go back to california for plastic surgery… he will be staying with a past byu girl after his surgery, i am not sure, but i think that might be in utah.. if it is, will you visit him? hopefully things move quickly so he’ll be gone before i get home… anyways.. we are going to have one of us sit with him everyday and read to him or play games with him until he leaves… his name is marius.
please go here: http://www.teammarius.org/node/22
so after the hospital, we went to the villa where president popovici met with each of us and interviewed us and gave us callings… it was a bit weird having an elder sit in on the interview and translate.. i was the first girl to go, and this was the first time that elder had ever done it and it was obvious that it was a little bit weird for him too… anyways, guess who is primary president? yes me. now guess how many kids there are? doua, which is 2, and they hardly come… i met their mom today, sunday, though and told her that i would love to teach her children if she brought them with her.. she said okay thank you, so we will see what that means… i also talked to the soras and they said that when we go on splits we can make sure that i get to go to their house to meet the kids and invite them to church… they are nine and four… and i am pretty sure the nine year old hasn’t been baptized, summer goal?, we will see… but i am really excited about that… not as excited as josh is about being on the music council, woop woop, maybe mr elg’s teachings will pay off when you sing solos and stuff for the good ole 121 family…
okay that is all for now!
cu mult drag!
p.s. our kitchen sink is broken, so our tub if full of dishes, which makes showering a bit difficult.. i heart romania!
p.p.s i miss the temple... will someone go for me please?
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