JRu 1: I feel like the Beibs

As I promised here starts my log of my time in Jerusalem. We got on our flight the morning of Tuesday, August 30, 2011, however, my journey was prefaced by a short jaunt in Utah. My sister and I left California the friday before (August 26^th). Upon arrival, we took a shuttle to Temple Square. Right now at Temple Square, it is about 50/50 of sisters that I know vs. sisters I don't know, which if you do the math, is about one sister in each companionship.

Of course, that mean that I was stopped by almost every companionship to talk to them before I could walk another few yards. The problem with this was that I was trying to meet two of my companions for lunch, so the constant stopping was not really helping. However, there were a lot of sisters I wanted to see and it was great that I got to see them.

I finally met up with my two companions and we headed off to lunch. We went to a nearby food court to eat. Almost as soon as I walked in I was greeted by a missionary I was with in the MTC. She served in a different mission, but we were really close in the MTC and we wrote to each other. I was so excited to see her but rather surprised by the miracle of running into her.

Later, as I was leaving the food court, I ran into another missionary I served with. We chatted for a few minutes before I headed back to Temple Square. I was a little overwhelmed by all the people I was seeing. I am not used to getting so much attention.

As we walked around the Square, I found more sisters I knew. The best reaction came from one of my favorite sisters. I lived with her my last transfer of my mission and she was in her second transfer. As I walked into the south visitor's center, she looked at me like I had returned from the dead. She gave me a hug and touched my hair. She acted so shocked.

It was then that my sister and her friend decided that I was the Biebs (aka celebrity status like Justin Beiber). This continued as we walked around the square. I felt a little bad that they were my little possy. Sometimes it is really hard to be the Beibs.