letter from neighbor

this is the 2nd letter from a friend that saw jordan in amsterdam.

Hi, Pam.
It’s Pam here. I’m chuckling because I thought his hair was pretty cute today. Some of our BYU students, who are supposed to also be nice and clean cut, have got the facial hair thing going, one has a borderline mohawk, and one even told me today he was growing out a Mother’s Day moustache. Actually, I did notice today that a couple of the other missionaries had a teency weency bit longer hair than usual. Perhaps it’s a mission thing, where the president doesn’t come down as hard on them as others? Maybe? :)
I just kept looking back at him today at church and wishing I could have hidden you in my suitcase. He seemed so very genuinely happy to be there and said the work is going well. At one point he had his legs crossed and this expression that I have seen Kendall do every once in a while at church. Jordan even had his notebook out taking notes during church. Afterwards, we talked about Morgan and his baptisms, and the very interesting meeting there today. We brought 40 extra people, including our non-member bus driver. Peter is from up north, but it was fun to hear the two of them speaking Dutch. Jordan has got it down!
One lady gave a talk in Spanish, it was translated into Dutch, then into English for us. Another lady gave a talk in English, which was translated into Dutch, and one regular ole guy gave one in Dutch and it was translated for us, too. Then at one point, the Bishop called for all the men in the audience, including Peter, to come up and sing “Oh My Father.” (On Mother’s Day). They all went up. Pretty much half the congregation. They sang wonderfully. I even shed a few tears—it was so nice. Jordan was up there with a big ‘ole smile on his face.
We had a little chat with him after church, took another picture I’ll have to send to you, and he seemed so calm and so happy. I’m so glad you get to talk to him today, and I’m remembering when Nick was in Zimbabwe and how much I ate up every little morsel of anything we could hear about him.What a sweet boy. What a wonderful missionary.
Ooooh, I hope you get to come here. It’s beautiful! The garbage men are all on strike so it’s really filthy around the city. But I’ve always loved Amsterdam. We went to the Anne Frank house after church, and that is always incredible. Makes me feel so grateful. We’ve taken these kids to Normandy, Bastogne, and we’ll also visit Dachau in a few weeks. So they’re getting a dose of WWII as well as hopefully some arts, shopping, and lots of BYU-type partying. They are good kids. I think Mark and I are going to need a vacation after this, though!
Have a wonderful visit with him tonight. It looks to us like all is well and he’s doing a wonderful job!We hope all is going well there.
Love,
pam