Early on in my mission, I was informed that our district was having a special P-Day. This was no ordinary P-Day. I'll just quote from my journal again:
" Today was P-Day. We went on an activity with all of the Young Adults, about 35 of them, and about 10 missionaries. First we went strawberry picking. Then we went to a banana forest." (I think they are called groves). "My sandal broke and I had it held around my foot with an elastic band and an orange ribbon-cute. Then we went to pick some more fruit and I traveled through the woods again- in a skirt." (I remember this banana grove, it was very big. I remember not being able to walk well because of the broken sandal).
"Then we went to a park that had a mountain. We decided to start climbing it." (I'm sure that was not my decision, I can tell you now. I'm sure it was the decision of all the people who had on good shoes.) "It didn't look too bad-until we got half way up and realized that there was no turning back, you had to go all the way to the top! Well here I was in a black skirt and sandals (one of them broken) climbing up the side of a mountain. There was at times almost nothing to hold on to and it was steep and straight up. All the way up I prayed that I would be safe...in a dress no less."
Somewhere along the trail.
"FINALLY, we found our way out and there was a steep downhill to climb down, almost all dirt. One time somebody said, "Just swing on the bamboo." Great, now I was Tarzan!" (I remember being terrified. My sandal was broken. You are not supposed to climb mountains in sandals anyway. I had on a skirt. I am not adventurous to begin with and that is an understatement. The elders had on pants and good shoes and they were always up for an adventure. But I was stuck, frozen in time on the top of the mountain with everybody on the bottom constantly telling me to just slide down. Can I just say that I still cringe when I think of this.)
"So I managed to slide down the mountain with the help of an elder and a Chinese man, in a skirt." (Needless to say, it was the least modest time in my life). "But it was either die on the mountain and be modest , or go for it and live...Well, I came down and I was covered with dirt from head to toe, FILTHY-a great representative of the Church. Everybody had a good laugh and once I was down I decided that it was fun..." (No doubt delirium had set in by then.)
This was almost at the bottom.
That sure was a new meaning for the word different. :)