Youth Conference, Part One

Oh man.

My life here...it just gets more and more...it's like...

Okay, so I speak three languages. And the three languages I happen to speak also happen to all be useful to me here. English, French, Arabic, I speak them all every day.

But I despite my tongue, I don't have the words.

I wish there were just one plan for my life, that was extremely obvious. I wish it were obvious which path I am supposed to lead. I know that there is no ONE right thing, but I absolutely wish there were. At least I have my faith, and my priorities straight. But I'm still really...

Right now I am in Sal7's internet cafe. It is called, "The Iron Rod." There are people reunited here from Cairo, Lebanon, Amman, and Al-Husn. The largest number is from Cairo, but the largest number of Arabs is from Al-Husn. The name of the conference is, "RESTORE". I can't believe how much faith people here have.

The meeting was conducted in English and translated both into Arabic and French. There are two French girls here.

Most of the American adults work for various embassies. Their kids are extremely impessive; they know a lot more than I did when I was their age.

GO MORMONS!