The crickets here in Texas are so loud, even during the day. Their voice box and vocal cords must be mutated.
All the rest of the missionaries arrive today. I’m approaching this with some trepidation, because I don’t know what they’ll be like. The people already here are really nice. I’ll have random people coming up to me and saying, “Hi, you’re Patience, right? I know your Mom.”
There’s a guy named Angelo here that I had a really good talk with this morning. He just turned 20 yesterday. He’s really nice, and he’s going to Romania with us! We were talking about Teen Mania and what we wanted to do in life. He said he wanted to travel around the world and preach in different churches. Future husband prospect? Hmmm… just kidding! I wouldn’t want to submit him to the usual torture for prospective boyfriends … disembowelment… decapitation… having a harpoon run through him. Or even being thrown out the window by my Dad, wearing his Haggar pants.
Well, I’m off to check the blogs.
Ciao for now!
