NOW I adore the Spanish ward. I've become much more attached to it than my born and raised Spaniard husband. I adore the people, I couldn't live without my Young Women and thinking of missing any given Sunday makes me really sad. I love it there.
But, this Sunday is going to be terrifying. Mister and I are speaking in church IN SPANISH. I am understanding more and more of the language every day and can get along quite well but this will be my very first attempt at speaking the language.
Terrifying. Absolutely terrifying.