Days of Eni's life

It was the morning of the 6th of December, in our room at the gorgeous Copthorne Hotel Gatwick  . (we were staying there with his mum, sister, and 3 friends of theirs) The plan for that morning was breakfast at 9 o'clock with everyone, then Peter, Monika, Angelina and me would go visit London, which was 36 miles away. We previously decided to leave at 10. It was 8:30 am, and we were getting ready for breakfast. During the night, Saint Nick dropped some candies in Peter's shoes, but he skipped mine... maybe he decided we were sharing anyway. Peter, with a big smile on his face, went to talk to Monika, only to tell me 5 minutes later that we had to run to the Pharmacy to get some kind of cream or lotion. Since we had the smaller car and we were dressed, it made sense that we should be the ones going. Peter told me he had to go, then asked me if I wanted to go with him. This type of question always gets the same answer: yes. So, without even looking in the mirror, or without e

As I said, I am in Preston, England. I got here on Monday morning. After 25 hours of traveling, all I did on Monday all day was sleep. Peter somehow had the energy to go to work and take me out for a walk in the evening. He's strong, so I shouldn't worry, right? Anyway, Wednesday was a day of ADVENTURE - movie style. I walked down to the Job Centre to ask what papers I needed to take with me for the National Insurance Number appointment(I need that in order to work legally) I was at the reception, talking to the clerk, when she tells me that the area needs to be cleared so I should return later. Just as she finishes the sentence, I see a crowd of people coming towards the exit. I walk out with all of them. Just as I step outside, a police car pulls over. A police officer jumps out and runs inside, shortly followed by another one. Not a minute goes by and another police car pulls over and two other police officers run inside. A few minutes later they come out with a man in c

I haven't written here in a very long time. I didn't know what to write... or how to put my feelings, my life into words. It sounds funny since I love to talk and I am almost never out of words. You might remember the post about Flowers and Fingernail Polish... well, the good friend , the guy who drew those ended up to be my boyfriend. His name is Peter. He is from Szeged, Hungary, but lives in Preston, England. We met at the YSA Conference held in Dobogoko Hungary. We liked each other so we decided to keep in touch. Well, things evolved very fast, and I will just put down main ideas: 1. Went back to work after the conference, my boss shared with me things I did not really agree with (no need of details) so the next day I turned in my 20 day notice (according to the law) I told him I did not see things his was, and I didn't want to continue working together, but to make it a nice "break up" I was going according to the law (instead of immediate termination) In

I know the title sounds very...confusing, but I do have a funny short story that will go with it, so bear with me :) Last week I participated in the YSA Conference in Hungary. There, I met a nice man (this is a different story...) with whom I loved to sped my time. During one of the lessons we attended together, he scratched off a bit of my nail polish off my fingernail. I pretended to be upset, so he made up for it by drawing a flower to cover the hole.It looked very good! So i put on my best smile, and asked for him to draw flowers on the rest of my fingernails. I have to admit that I respect him deeply for accepting this challenge considering that he is a man after all! So hands down, he is the best! Anyway, he drew flowers, and I was so happy! But guess what? My hands got a bit sweaty and the flowers wore off and the ink got all over my hands! I pouted a bit, and asked Peter (that's this gentleman's name) to draw them again. He looked at me and said something that got m

I finally feel rested. EFY was amazing! But I have to admit that I am not 18 anymore... it got to me! So I needed some time to readjust to my walk-work-walk schedule ;) I don't want people to think that I am made of stone or a robot - which ideas shouldn't be excluded ;) EFY meant a lot to me. It was a new experience, challenging and uplifting. First, I have to say that I had the best girls in my group. I was humbled by the love they showed me even from the first moment they got there. now you have to understand that I was horrified by the fact that my Hungarian is good except for the gospel, where I am still learning. But my girls didn't care how much a stuttered, they understood me. From this I learnt first that one can be blessed with charity towards others instantly. I never forgot I could come to love people in a very short time. I loved the girls (Panka, Fanni, Henni, Petra, Berta, Laura and Zsofi) from the start. I felt in a way like I was back on my mission, wh

Being back from EFY helped me feel how much I changed during that week. One of the things is having the desire to write again :D I'm back to my nice morning walks when I can enjoy the quiet and coolness of the morning. I had many thoughts running through my head, and for some weird reason, I started thinking of funny movies - like Shrek :) Then my thoughts jumped to Puss in Boots. It made me giggle. But I did not start thinking of Puss, but of the Egg. Have you watched the movie? If not, you must watch it! What started going through my head is how the Egg, even from the time he was little, was trying to find the magic bean that would take him to the giant's castle up in the clouds where he would find the goose that lays golden eggs. He made a good friend, who tried to keep him out of trouble, but Egg thought he knew better. He picks wrong friends and he even ends up in prison! After he is released, he goes to his old friend, somehow convinces him that he changed over time,

I taught a very interesting lesson in Sunday School, about an Antichrist (someone who preaches against Christ and His teachings)- Korihor, who went among the people telling them there was no God, and what they believed in were just stupid traditions. There were people who believed him, and there were some wiser ones who decided to let Alma, the chief judge and high priest (if  I remember well) to deal with him. What I liked about Alma was that he didn't start to argue with him, and quote scriptures to show off how wise he was. He just bore testimony, saying: All things denote there is a God. Will you continue to deny it after having so many witnesses? (the planets, nature, the sun, the scriptures, miracles...) Unfortunately, Korihor was stubborn, he asked for a sign (and extra proof that God existed) and he became dumb - never to be able to speak again... for him it was too late to change his mind. That same afternoon I decided to go for a walk - with my camera, of course - and

I know, the title looks silly...especially that my thoughts are random, but they came after a series of events. I've been working hard lately on preparing for EFY, and helping with the planning of the international YSA Conference that will be held in Hungary this year. I also tried to keep up with my local church responsibilities - teaching Institute classes, helping the YSAs become more active in the faith. I have to admit that I love being busy, but sometimes (and this weekend was one of those times) I feel like the more I try to get things right, the more I see my weaknesses. I have no idea why, but I see my flaws, my shortcomings, and my weaknesses. I start feeling like I am not the right person for this, that I have too many things to change in my life. And I get overwhelmed, I get scared, I get discouraged. I still don't give up on things because I have my pride - do everything I can to finish everything I get started on. Anyway, I was asked to teach Sunday School th

On Monday, we had FHE (Family Home Evening) at the senior couple's house. They had a wonderful lesson about gratitude, and it reminded me that I should be more grateful for what I have. They said something that stuck with me since: you cannot be happy without being grateful. To be honest, we all want to be happy, right? So the longer the list of things we are grateful for, the happier we are :D http://www.lds.org/topic/gratitude/ My list of things I am grateful for: - phone - I can talk to my family every day - camera - replaces my very poor memory - computer - keeps me in touch with people all around the world - food - it gets me in a very happy, positive mood - especially when shared with my friends and family - my job - being able to pay for the phone, computer and food - the sun - warms the water where I go swimming - dark clouds - bring sweet, summer rain and thunders :D - books - keep me company every day - people, nature, cars,.... Just looking at my list

I want to start by sharing a picture, a campaign poster, which represents all the politicians here in Romania at this time: I hate doing politics, but this picture represents all that I think of the politicians here: hiding behind smiles, pretending to make it all about people when it's all about themselves, empty promises with no real and steady ground... And he is so bold to come out with a mask to ask for us to vote for him! What this picture makes me think of is all those movie scenes with bank robbers with guns, threatening people and stealing all the money... And also of... "WHY SO SERIOUS?" ... The question is: who will I vote for this Sunday? This guy represent all of the candidates, so I decided to vote with every single one of them ... they all get my vote, and in a very funny way, none of them gets it :D This is my way of protesting against their empty , fake promises.

   I looked over my New Year's goals, and tried to figure out where I stand on the way to achieving them. I have to say: I am not close to them, I got past them.    I set some goals, but then I made up my mind: be bold and say yes to everything ... well, choose wisely, but I decided to get out of my comfort zone more often. And that is how I got to be a counselor at EFY... for the Hungarian group.    We had our meeting as counselors last weekend. After two hours, I started wondering what I was doing there - everything in German, translated into Hungarian, and then my brain worked it into Romanian... when possible :)) By Saturday afternoon, my brain was a wreck! Am I out of my comfort zone? Yes! I don't speak German, I need to work on my Hungarian, preparing to work with youth... at least that will be fun :D    It is starting to sound like me complaining... well, just so you know, I am very excited about EFY, and I can't wait for it to start! I read in Hungarian every da

A couple of nights ago we had an amazing lightning storm! Half an hour of lights and sounds :) All I can says is AMAZING! I am very lucky to live on the top floor of the building, and have a window right above my bed. I grabbed my camera, opened the window, stood with my head out, and took some pictures. They are not amazing, but I had a great time experimenting with my camera before the rain started, which forced me to go back in. Here are some pictures, just for fun :)

It is amazing how the snails try every day to get on the other side of the pavement! Like there's no grass on this side! Oh well... Here are some adventurous snails. It's pretty amazing to watch them... although it takes a lot of patience, considering their speed. So just sit back, and watch them through my eyes. Enjoy!  

I think I posted this before, but I can't find it anywhere! Maybe it was just a group email? Anyway, I am writing this again after having a small argument over a joke I posted on Facebook.  My post today is about one of my personal studies on my mission, it was during my first transfer, it started lightly, but then it took up my whole study time that morning. I kept adding to it whenever I found something interesting in the scriptures :) And yes, I made my companion laugh at this, but you will see that it is pretty serious. And yest, I laugh at myself for studying this on my mission :D It started with verse 21 in 2 Nephi 1, where Lehi gives his last advice to his sons before he dies. He tells them among other things :"Be men". A question popped into my head: What does it mean to be a man? I will just quote some scriptures: Be strong (1 Kings 2:2) keep all the commandments (Deuteronomy 11:8) not faint when facing adversity (Proverbs 24:10) humble (Eth