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Pictures from Ethan!

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I'd like to think that Ethan really knew what he was doing by not sending me photos for almost a year--the ones I received today in the mail are GOLD!  It felt so good to see him again.  Here's the collection I got with the captions he wrote on the backs of the photos:

Polish-German border.  Crazy story.  See the umbrellas over my right shoulder?  We were still taking pictures when they walked up.  They were these two old ladies, and one of them made a comment in German about us taking pictures.  I struck up a conversation.  Turns out, the white umbrella is from Koeln, and the blue umbrella?  Dahlem.  Do you remember Dahlem?  It's literally 10 minutes from Scharfbillig!  She knew EXACTLY where Preist was and everything.  It was SO cool to be able to speak with them, and my German was actually good!  I don't think I'll have a problem when I get back picking it up :-)

The Baltic Sea.  How AWESOME is it that we live only an hour and a half away?

Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit...

Good ol' Germany.  Man, I miss it...

Michal and me.  A way cool guy.  We talked for 45 minutes about religion.  He had been waiting for someone to talk with him about life.  He took a Book of Mormon, golden guy, he's just not interested in it right now.  Possibly one of the favorite pictures of my mission.

This is the soccer team in Szczecin.  I couldn't NOT take a picture with this (see me over on the far left?)

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  1. John KennedyOctober 24, 2011 at 7:53 PM

    what great pictures and to see Ethan talking to that young man by the lake is so cool!

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  2. Sarah MoranOctober 25, 2011 at 1:58 AM

    What great pictures and I love that Ethan wrote on the backs so you can have the experiences that go with each picture in his own words.

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  3. bethyOctober 25, 2011 at 1:16 PM

    Hey, I love the picture of Ethan by the lake. What a stud. He looks so happy. Missions are the best!!

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