Something that I LOVE about Sweden is that it is a melting pot of so many cultures. Especially here in Södertälje. Within the past two weeks, I have had Spanish piejija (Definitely didn't spell that right), Arabic pastries, and Korean poppy-seed apple juice! I love experiencing the many different cultures here.
Stockholm! And cute little gnomes!
A few weeks ago, I got this letter. At first glance, I thought that it was informing me that I would be deported. (Gulp) But after some reading and the help of Google Translate (A God-Send), I learned that I was only being told that I had to renew my Visa. HURRAY!
Syster Hoke and I had to travel all the way to Solna (about an hour by tåg), wait in line for 30 minutes, then simply get a picture and fingerprints taken. It was the weirdest feeling to be there because more than a year ago, I went to the same place to get my pictures and fingerprints taken my first day in Sweden. It was a very strange flashback moment for me...
Whenever I feel bad about my Swedish, I look back about my MTC notebook and read:
"Vad heter du omvändelse?"
Translated: What is your name, repentance?
...Let's just say that I have gotten better at Swedish. hahahaha
Picking her up at the Täby Chapel... and pointing to Södertälje! Off we go.
Introducing... Syster Hoke!
My two "mission babies". :) Love them!
So, this week I realized I hit rock bottom when I left the house with tights AND socks wearing FLATS. And I didn't even care. I'm so embarassing. haha.
A sweet member brought this soda from Turkey when he visited his family there. Ah, people. You are too nice!
This week, we have seen countless blessings.
One of them comes from me being a complete blonde. It was around 8:30 when we decided that we should start heading back home. We got on the bus for the thirty minute drive back home. While on the way, we kept careful track of what stop we were at, making sure we didn't miss our "Köpmansgatan" plats. We were talking, giggling, and planning for the next day. Then I came to realization that it had been around thirty minutes, but we hadn't seen our stop.
I look at the GPS and my stomach sank when I saw where we were: In the middle of the forest.
I quickly typed in our home address into the GPS, when it told us to get off at the next stop. I then felt calm, knowing that we would still get home, just a little late.
We got off the bus at that stop, but then came to the freaky realization that we literally were in a bus stop in the middle of the forest. No lights other than our phone. And at 9 here in Sweden, it is as dark as midnight.
Syster Hoke FREAKED. And I don't blame her. We were in the middle of the forest, with a phone with 7% battery. We were doomed.
The GPS said that there would be a bus that came in twenty minutes, but busses aren't always reliable here. So we said a prayer that everything would be alright. We used the flashlight setting on the phone, and waited and waited and waited and waited. And... the bus came!
I don't think the bus driver understood how grateful we were that he came! (He was probably more confused to why two girls were in the middle of the pitch-black forest)
Long story short, we learned our lesson: Always pay attention to make sure the bus is going the right why, bring a flashlight, and always have a charged phone!
This week, we had Language Study in a Swedish Cathedral. We studied some magazines together until a woman working there invited us to join with them in singing some hymns. We agreed! (We both love singing).
I was thinking that we would be signing some traditional hymns until they brought out a guitar, cello, and tambourine. (Funny combination). We started singing some hipster twists to Swedish Hymns. I was LOVING it! ...until they started bearing their testimonies. They were all talking at the same time, thanking God for the King and Queen, screaming Hallelujahs. I felt like a fish out of water. We politely told them that we had to leave. It was a very fun, unforgettable experience.
Sweden. You are too beautiful for your own good.