Monday, August 18, 2014

Okroska and soap

I COME HOME SIX MONTHS FROM TODAY, AUGUST 18. Not sure how to feel about it. Part of me's like "wow, I'm going to be home in a flash" and the other part's like "I am going to die in Ukraine." Mostly it's just super weird. I'm still not sure what I'm going to do once I come home, but we'll just let that work itself out. If anyone wants to find me some awesome job for a few months, I'd be awfully grateful. 

This week at district meeting we sang hymns accompanied by one of our elders on the ukulele. Best church meeting I've ever been to. 

I was fed okroska this week. Okroska is a cold soup. Here are the ingredients of okroska: raw cucumbers, radishes, spring onions, boiled potatoes, eggs, and lunch meat with kvass, the fake beer made from fermented rye bread, and sour cream. Think about it. Just think about it.

But it's okay because we had some lovely things in our life, too! We spent pretty much all day Saturday making soap with our investigator Ira. It was SO MUCH FUN. We got to pick the color and the scent and the shape. It wasn't even that hard just lots and lots of fun. Maybe I'll be a soap maker when I grow up. Most of mine turned out just kinda alright, because arts and crafts haven't ever been my forte, but I made one big flower one that turned out pretty nice. Not sure why, but I was just kinda in a pink mood that day. Anyway, this is my soap:

It smells better than it looks, I promise.

Oh remember my cute Eva girl from last week (two weeks ago?)? She's getting baptized on Saturday! We had a sit down with her mom and were like "listen, she's 12,000 times ready. We're gonna hold a baptismal service on the 23rd. Can she get baptized?" Her mom was like, "пусть она крестится," which really doesn't translate the way I want to, but kinda means "let her be baptized" (but let means let as in "let them eat cake") ANYWAY, it was just a very cool moment and Eva started jumping around and screaming and kissed her mom like 18 times on the cheek. It was adorable. Watching and getting to take part in a kid's dreams come true definitely qualifies as the fun part of missionary work. 

This week we went to visit a member at her work in center Kyiv, which is across the river from us. But then we ended up staying to late and would have gotten home WAY too late if we'd taken the metro and a bus. So we called a taxi. And sang along to the radio playing American music. And felt a little bit spoiled for an evening. How I miss driving.

Last but not least, we went to the little town of Chernigov this week for exchanges. It was a dream. Seriously, that town is so pretty. I love it there. It was a seriously seriously unholy temperature (I think it was pushing 40 degrees with like 800% humidity), but it was still so wonderful. We went on a picnic for lunch with their investigator! We hiked up this little hill overlooking a lake and ate PB&J and ate watermelon and it was so perfect. I love picnics. I saw one of the elders from my MTC district and we had a conversation for pretty much the first time in a year. Before I left he was like "Sister Pugh, don't take this the wrong way, but it's funny how docile you've become." I still haven't decided if I like that or not, or if it's true or not, but I'm definitely different. Maybe we can use the word gentle instead. Or pleasant. I like to think I've still got some fight in me. 

All the love,

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