I really don't dance!

I am not a Dancer......

 

 

I don't look like this:
 

 I don't look like this:
 

 

I don't look at all like this:



 

Every Tuesday night I'm bitterly reminded that I just don't got that African soul:
 

 

I don't know what motivated me to sign up for this African Dance class, but as much as I love to dance- sometimes I just have to admit to myself that I look like a fool:

 

 

But in the meantime- imma just be an awkward dancer.
So there.

 

 

Just pretend this:

 

 

Is actually this.

 

The End.

Mission Overview.

So.... I was just thinking.

My mission went by so fast. It went a little something like this:
(Play this sentimental song while looking through these pictures)

1) Got my call.

2) Left my family.

 

3) Met my MTC companion 

4) Went to Germany!

 

5) Met my trainer. (1st city)

 

 6) 2nd city.

 

7) 3rd city and we baptized a family!

8) 4th city. Had fun with amazing Sisters!

9) Went home.

10) Saw my family- minus Jeff :(

Dude. It seriously goes so fast. It really feels like a dream. I miss it so much.

Ich liebe Deutschland!