Hey Mom,
So I guess strawberries are in season now because riding the bus today I saw carts and carts full of them being sold along the road. For our p-day we went and played Risk outside of a mosque in a burrow of Skopje called Shootka, where most of the Roma live.
We met an older man named Simon sitting on a park bench one day who is getting baptized on June 7. Before leaving to our first lesson with him, I asked Sister Schofield if we could commit him to a date. I've never done that before since being here, on a first lesson, and I guess it was inspired because he agreed to it.
On the morning of my birthday I walked out into the living room and Sister Schofield had put up a happy birthday banner, with ballons and a little stack of presents, which included a carton of apple juice alongside two Macedonian shot glasses. I remember Marcy asking me once, "When you turn 21 aren't you going to drink just a little bit?" Sister Schofield woke up a few minutes after me and poured us each a bit of juice which we drank, so I guess that counts.
Kate, Benjamin, Ana and Gordana all got me presents. They are such nice people. When we went over to Ana and Gordana's for a lesson, they brought out some Coke and chips to celebrate, and I ate and drank a ton even though I don't like chips or soda. We contacted, and then went to the Nelsons and had cake.
It was great talking to you on Mother's day. I haven't smiled that much in a long, long time and I still feel happy from it.
Love,
Sister Riddle
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