then I overhear them talking in Swedish or something so I can’t really say “hi”.
They live right across the street from the only Family History Center in the whole mission and it turned out great because we had a Family History and learning English training this past Thursday for the zone missionaries, so with permission from President and with everyone in the zone bringing money, we got to eat pizza and had the best donuts of 2015. Sweet maquina these things were so good, and the last time I ate donut was almost over a year ago...
is so cool. The other day I was talking on the phone in English then I hung up and started speaking Spanish. que padre.
I’m stoked for this weekend with the General Conference sessions that will be going on. Oh yeah the ironic part about being a missionary is that you are always the last one to find out if an apostle passed away.