This Just In...
Today I got an email from my Mission President with a link to his Picasa Web Album full of about 2,500 pictures from their 3 years in Honduras. I looked through most of them, but stopped after the point that everyone I knew had left the country. I found some goodies though...and had to download them for my mission scrapbook (if I ever get around to making it). Thank you President & Sister Wilson! Les quiero muchisimo!
My first morning in Honduras. I had just been assigned to my trainer Hermana Arroyo. Ahhh, I was so clueless as to what the next few days would be like...
The District that I arrived with, along with a Latin Sister. Somehow I was the odd ball in the MTC and didn't end up in their district, even though we all went to the same place. It was kind of weird being thrown in with a bunch of strangers for the plane ride over and first night in Honduras. But I bonded with the sisters quickly considering the fact that we didn't have to strain to speak English to each other :)
I'm not sure exactly when this one was taken. I just know my hair had seen better days, and I was losing weight like crazy.
The American sisters in our group with Sister Wilson (the sweetest woman ever). I was joking the other day with a mission friend about how when we see pictures of sisters on their missions who are all glossed up, and have their hair curled, and their makeup perfect, it makes us think back to our pictures...where we bathed with dirty, cold water from the river, used an outhouse, and hitched rides in the back of pickup trucks all over Southern Honduras. Let me tell you--we had some awesome/dirt-filled hair after a "jalon" a.k.a. a ride in the back of a vehicle speeding down the freeway with you in the back.
These last two were taken the day I left Honduras. Sister Wilson was my companion since I wasn't going home in a group--but had to leave early. I tried not to show it in these pictures--but I was in severe, crippling pain at this point in the mission...and was headed back to the states to receive better medical attention.
My first morning in Honduras. I had just been assigned to my trainer Hermana Arroyo. Ahhh, I was so clueless as to what the next few days would be like...
The District that I arrived with, along with a Latin Sister. Somehow I was the odd ball in the MTC and didn't end up in their district, even though we all went to the same place. It was kind of weird being thrown in with a bunch of strangers for the plane ride over and first night in Honduras. But I bonded with the sisters quickly considering the fact that we didn't have to strain to speak English to each other :)
I'm not sure exactly when this one was taken. I just know my hair had seen better days, and I was losing weight like crazy.
The American sisters in our group with Sister Wilson (the sweetest woman ever). I was joking the other day with a mission friend about how when we see pictures of sisters on their missions who are all glossed up, and have their hair curled, and their makeup perfect, it makes us think back to our pictures...where we bathed with dirty, cold water from the river, used an outhouse, and hitched rides in the back of pickup trucks all over Southern Honduras. Let me tell you--we had some awesome/dirt-filled hair after a "jalon" a.k.a. a ride in the back of a vehicle speeding down the freeway with you in the back.
These last two were taken the day I left Honduras. Sister Wilson was my companion since I wasn't going home in a group--but had to leave early. I tried not to show it in these pictures--but I was in severe, crippling pain at this point in the mission...and was headed back to the states to receive better medical attention.
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