Host mom and three of the kids at our big farewell program.
“Jaja” (Grandma), one of the cutest old ladies alive.
Host parents and some of the kids.
Ezra, the youngest, and a neighbor. Can you guess which one is the trouble-maker? J
Crystal and me.
Host dad (left) working on the new chicken house.
1 Comment
June 11, 2009 at 2:48 am
Your whole experience reminds me of the mission so much! The training time (MTC) always feels too long; the first couple months are the toughest; you feel obligated to eat more than you can stomach; people have strange conceptions about America; and of course, you learn something new each day about the meaning of love and charity. Keep going strong and working hard, we love you!