A few random experiences

Well, this past week has been so crazy and all the days have just been running together, so I decided to ditch the idea of writing day by day summaries and simple tell a couple stories.

The paradigm is shifting
It's no secret that Hannah and I were having trouble making friends here in Nauvoo the first little while. The first person we really tried to befriend resisted all our friendly efforts. I don't want to share his name, so we'll call him "William" (after our former president Bill Clinton). We tried to talk to Will at meals and stuff the first few days, but he was standoffish. We attributed it to post-mission shyness, as he recently got home from a mission. But then he started getting to be really good friends with these other girls, and it's a long story, but it was odd. We ditched the idea of making friends with people, especially William.

But yesterday we were walking down to the grove and Will was halfway down the hill. He turned around and looked at us, so we waved, but then he stopped. Will just stood there until we reached him and he started walking and talking with us. I was stunned into silence.

It happened again that night at the pageant. Let's just say that we were very surprised.

Ageless
Apparently it's hard for people to tell what age I am. Usually they'll assume I'm older, like return missionary age. This has made for a lot of confused people and some very awkward moments immediately following a waltz. That's all I have to say on the subject currently.

Ethan Frome
I might have already mentioned that there is a hill here that looks, I'm sure, just like the hill that Ethan and Mattie slid down during their attempted double suicide. Well, there is this picture that we have seen everywhere. It's a picture of a man (or maybe two) in a wagon in the snow. It reminds me of Ethan Frome. But seriously, we see this picture everywhere. There are multiple copies hanging in the JSA not even six feet away from each other. I want to know why it's so important.