Fast forward 6 months. I decided I was getting sick of all the redhead comments, and so I went to the store with my companion and we got "dark chocolate" hair coloring by L'oreal (so you know what brand, so you can attack them).
Turns out, dark chocolate in Ukrainian is apparently equivalent to Jet Black. Black Beauty. Snow White's hair... which oddly enough is polar opposite of white. And then I got comments about how I look like Pocahontas, or Mulan, or an Italian woman.
So you may not see my face again until I go home, and you won't even recognize me. Just a heads up, I'm the one with the black hair.
And in the short few days that I've had this alter ego, I've been creepily hit on by basically every man in town. Super.
Anyway. L'viv was great, and all my little discussions that I had to lead were awesome. We had Mission Leadership Council, and the council came up with the mission rule that we must SYL (speak your language) every day from 10-5. Regardless of trainee status. So that'll be awkward for the next few days. Haha. But I get a new trainee next week, and that'll be both overwhelming for her, and fun for me. Maybe I could pull off being Ukrainian with my black hair and just pretend I don't know English. I'll just pack up all my English scriptures and act like I only speak Ukrainian. Poor thing.
Well, thanks for the millions of pictures. It seems to me like you were trying to test my trunky waters.. Besides the fact that you instilled an inner desire for me to steal Quincy's new USC shirt, I'm holding strong. The beach looked nice, and the USC game looked like a blast. I'm glad you got to have some warm summer days. I'm just sitting here with my thermals and my frozen fingers, trying not to think about how it's still technically summer, but I pulled out my winter coat already. The wind chill is killer right now. :) When in Chernivtsi....
We met with a few of our new investigators this week, and they're progressing nicely. I'm getting a little tired of the fact that no one's parents will let them get baptized even if they're 29 years old. This is why you move out at 18...so you can make your own decisions and get baptized into the true church of God. That's what it's all about. But two of our investigators are so excited to turn 18 so they can get baptized! It's so great. :)
Life is good. Time is flying, and I'm sad to leave my cute comp next week. Pray for me that I don't mess up another trainee. ;) But really.
Thanks for all your support, and for emailing me even when I only sent you a quick note last week. You all are lovely, and I miss you so much! :)
Love,
Sister Ukrainian Webber