I hate transfers

Hi,
I will tell you about the week better. On Monday morning I got a phone call "Hey you need to come to Lisbon tomorrow". "What we have a baptism tomorrow" "Oh shoot are you serious?". But all the detail were worked out. We left Braga 5 pm and got to Lisbon around 11. We went to the meeting in the morning, but after lunch, I left with another sister from Porto. We took the train back up and made it back to Braga at 6 p.m. We went to the capela and... the font was empty! The elders were there running around freaking out. Sister Warburton and I said a prayer that the hot water would work and it started filling up. The elders were trying to attach a hose to the sink in the cleaning room so it would fillup faster but everything eventually worked out. The font filled up, and Marta got baptised!!! It was a really nice service. There were a lot of ward members there (including one who we had visited with her visiting teacher last week, so that was really nice).
On of the most wonderful parts about Marta´s baptism was not until Thursday. We always walk with her to English class and things like that. She used to walk pretty slowly, kind of like she was weighed down. And turns out she was--by sin. Because on thursday, after her baptism, we were walking with her to english class and she was walking quickly and bouncing and skipping like a new spring chicken. She was literally lighter and happier to the point that anyone would notice. Baptism. It really works.
Yesterday in Church Marta bore her testimony. She was the first one up. She said basically, when she first moved to portugal in november, she didn´t believe in God anymore because of all the bad things that had happened in her life. But then two girls showed up at her door, on her birthday, and started talking to her about a church. She started going and reading the BOok of Mormon and slowly, the stone that was her heart began to soften. She said, "I know they may leave, but they will always be in my heart. Friends forever. I believe in this church and I believe in the Book of Mormon". And she bore a wnoderful testimony, and even finished "In the name of Jesus Christ amen". It was so wnoderful. The spirit was so strong and it really set the tone for the rest of the meeting.
Last night we were ahving a barbecue for the end of the trasnfer at Marta´s when Sister Fluckiger called. "Sister Gidney you are leaving tomorrow". Then I started crying. I was in Braga for 3 transfers and with Sister Warburton for 2 and even though sometimes it was the hardest thing in the world it was also so wonderful and I didn´t want it to end. I am going to miss her and there and them so much. I already do. I think when I come home I am going to have an emotional breakdown because I can´t even get trasnferred without bawling my eyes out.
I miss you all and love you all tons.
Com amor,
Sister Gidney