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 cou...