What the...?

(Dream I the other night)

I'm eager and excited as i step off the plane in Argentina!
"I'm actually here! Wow, this is my mission!?"
I meet my mission president as well as a few sister missionaries that I'll soon be sharing an apartment with.
I haul my luggage as we head over to the mission president's home, and what's the first thing we do in Argentina?
Why... we go bungee jumping of course.?

I'm thinking, "Oh yeah, I have an AWESOME mission president!"

After that we sit down to a meal prepared by the mission president's wife. I look at my fellow sisters and they are all reapplying their makeup, upon closer look i noticed they were all bedazzled in jewels and cute clothes... i looked plain in comparison.

I open my mouth and try speaking the spanish i've learned...
" Mi llamo, Hermana Birtcher"
The conversation stops, everyone looks at me with a side ways stare.
What? isn't this a spanish speaking mission?
...I know my papers said spanish speaking,
Am i in the wrong mission?

That's when my alarm brought me to consciousness. *Phew* Hopefully i'll adjust quickly to the culture, language, and such... minus the bungee jumping.