Like I said, we had transfers and Sora 
Gerhartz and I (along with Elder Conover and Lake) are staying here in 
Oradea. I think it's a good thing because we only were just able to get 
started by the end of the first transfer, now we can actually get to 
work with what we've set up!
Here is a picture of a fortress in Oradea that's shaped like a star from birds-eye view.
We were going to tour it, but it was closed.  The second picture is of us standing in the fortress doorway.
On transfer day we had to go down to Bucharest to 
get my visa (I'm legal now!). We went on a first-class sleeper train, 
but the driver was extremely slow so what was supposed to be a 12-hour 
train ride turned into 16 hours.   Here is a picture of Elder Lake (left) and Elder Conover (right) on the train ride to Bucharesti for getting our visas.
Anyway, I missed seeing my whole district 
from the MTC! Apparently, they were all together at the visa station 
EXCEPT me because I was still hours away :(  I still ran into Elder 
Sookhoo, Elder Brown, and Elder Lybbert, and I even got to chat with Sora
 Newell for five minutes. The others I missed seeing. Oh well, I have 
many more chances to see them.  Apparently, the missionaries in this mission all know each other 
and are really close.  I like that. 
Every new missionary group on their first day in Romania goes to a hill to where Romania was dedicated as a mission and reads the dedicatory prayer. But, since my group was in a tough circumstance with losing luggage and rain and everything, our group didn't get to do that. BUT! This last transfer day, three of us were able to get together and read the dedicatory prayer. Here are Elder Lybbert, Elder Brown, and I on the place where the Romanian Mission was dedicated 20 years ago.
A lot of cool things happened this week. We've been 
meeting with one woman, Mihaela, who is accepting our lessons very well.
 At the end of our third lesson with her, we asked her to come to church
 and she seemed a little dodgy about it. Initially we thought it was 
because she was afraid of her husband finding out she was meeting with 
us. She said he is "împotriva", meaning against religion. However, we 
found out the real reason she is hesitant to come to church is because 
she's just scared. And really, it is a scary thing going somewhere so 
unfamiliar with a different culture and language. I should know, I'm in 
Romania. So we asked her and she gave us a "I'll come if... if the 
weather's nice," and we prayed that she'd come.
As far as Maria goes (the lady we went to 
church with), we haven't talked to her since we went to church with her 
and so we were wondering if she would come with us to ours or not, since she 
is so attached to her church.  We're thinking it's just not time for her
 yet but the time we spent with her was not wasted.  So, Sora Gerhartz and I prayed Saturday
 evening as to what we should do about Maria.  
We had decided it's close to time for dropping her as an investigator.  However, I got a response from 
Heavenly Father that told me if Maria were to come to church this week, 
He would pour out His spirit on her and in the future she will recognize
 that, that is what she's missing in her own church and want to come 
back. 
So guess what?
Yesterday (Sunday),
 Maria, Gabriella, AND Mihaela came to church for the first time. I was 
so happy to see all of them there! Not only that, but an investigator of
 the Elders' came as well. Four investigators at church this Sunday,
 it was so great! It was the first time in a LONG time that any 
investigators came to the Oradea branch,  proof that
 something good is happening here!
So we have three progressing investigators now, four
 other investigators, and three potentials. Our work the first transfer 
has been paying off!
The other four 
investigators are Kevin, the 8-year old boy we're teaching English to, 
and his family. We had another lesson with them, and though we haven't 
had one of the "official" lessons with them yet, they're getting more 
and more interested in us. Kevin has a lot of energy and likes us a lot.
 His 17-year old brother Eric knows English pretty well and seems to 
have his head on straight, which isn't common in Romanian 17-year olds. 
Their mom asks a lot of sincere questions, and she may be more open to 
the gospel than the grandma who we initially had the lessons with, so 
we'll see.
I have really been learning a lot of things about 
Romania while living here that you really can't look up on the web, 
either because it's hard to explain or because no one wants to. They're a
 very interesting people. All of them are so faithful and are really 
open about their religion. It's interesting, though, because they don't 
really understand completely what faith means. It's kind of like, they 
believe they know everything already, and what they believe is correct, but 
incomplete and they just need the fullness of the gospel and they'll be 
happy!
No one's really that happy here. It makes sense, 
having just come out of communism only 20 years ago. The really sad 
thing, though, is that a lot of people are content about feeling sorry 
for themselves and not doing much to make the country better. We ask to 
help people all of the time, but they always reject our offers. It's 
like, they don't want help, they just want our pity.
We talked to a Romanian man a few weeks ago who was 
moving to Florida and he spoke about these things. He mentioned how 
Romanians are all about their outward appearance - which is so true. 
You'll see Romanians wearing fancy clothes driving expensive cars, and 
they are left with not enough money to even put bread on the table. It's
 so sad, and it makes me want to work even harder to bring light into 
this country!
On the other end of the spectrum, there is a lot of 
really great people here, too. We waited for forty minutes one day for 
the tram because it was broken, and the old woman we were talking to 
left us with her departing message, "Deci, în sfârşitul, tramvai a 
venit." (Well, in the end, the tram came). So that's my message for this week. No matter how long it may take, in the end the tramvai will come and you can be on your way.
I
 can't wait to see how the gospel will heal this country. It's only just
 beginning to pick up here, but when it gets rolling, I'm excited to see
 how it will change the people. I can see already the seeds we're 
planting every day.
Enough with serious things. I have a funny story.
So
 normally when we leave our apartment, there are some gypsies outside. 
Some days we hand them a piece of fruit or something, but we didn't have
 anything today. As we were walking past, a young gypsy girl approaches 
us and Sora Gerhartz (thinking the girl is going to beg,) says to me 
"It's your turn." So, the girl says something to me I didn't understand 
at first, and I gave the usual response "Nu pot" (I can't), because we 
can't hand money directly to beggars, it turns us into a target, (which 
is why we have tithing and fast offerings). Two strides later, it 
registers in my head what the girl said. "Cât e ceasul?" (What time is 
it?) and I felt so bad! She just asked me for the time and I said "I 
can't!" hahaha... so I turned and gave her the time. We've given her 
some old shirts and things before, so she's turned into a little friend.
Anyway, that's about it for this week. Things are coming along! I'm working really hard. I sleep really good every night, because I'm so tired at the end of the day! I've worn through my boots already...
I miss Pepper.  I hope things are going well with 
everybody. I'd love to get recipes if there is any time! (Like zuccini 
bread, fox brownies, Becky cookies, stuffed peppers, some yummy and 
simple things!) But I still have things to cook, so really it's only if 
you have time.
Don't forget to have fun while you're working so hard! Go golfing. See a movie. Start a puzzle, I dunno.
And I'll write again next week!
Cu Drag,
Sora Smith


























