…..I didn't get around to visiting J. and A. this week.
you never have set appointments here, you just rock up whenever, say Tao Po!
wait for an answer, then move on, or teach if someone answers and there's
another adult male hanging around.
I think we got only 2 or 3 new investigators this week. I
don't remember their names. The names here are hard.
Elder Nelson spoke about the Lords work, but the 70 he was with
gave a good talk on prayer. I think his name was Elder Arden (of the seventy)
he's from new Zealand....
The strangest food... hmmm you pick
Sisig, Pig brains and ears all cooked up with spices and
stuff.
Some sour soup thing made with a super sour fruit (a
different kind sour to a lemon), with lumps of pork fat and stuff in it. They
normally pour it on their rice
Some sweet coconut based desert thing with coconut noodles in
it, and lumps of jelly.
Fish, the whole fish, and nothing but the fish (and rice),
meaning the head is still on it. sometimes I eat the eyes, sometimes I don't.
It's kind of sad here children Leira's age just run around
on the street, playing in the dirt and stuff. they're not homeless, It's just
where they play. but I've come past the enough that they run up to me and shake
my hand, or place my hand on their forehead, which is a sign of huge respect,
but it's only meant to be given to old people.
So this past week was pretty good, I told you about the
fireside with Russel M. Nelson
Sunday school was stuffy as, so hot maybe 37+ in the
classroom. and no fresh air, and just 1 electric fan that wasn't even blowing
on me.
I found like 2 or 3 new investigators. I never get lost, I
just follow my companion, but I know my way around my areas. But when we went to Legazpi for Russel M. Nelson I had no idea where we were or where the chapel
was. And then afterwards, all the lads were speaking Tagalog, So I wasn't sure
what they were saying, they wanted food, but it seemed as if we were going to
take a jeepney back to Ligao, but we ended up at McDonalds instead. McDonalds
here is messed up. They sell rice, which is just wrong, and then everyone
thinks your weird if you clean up your stuff (put your tray away, put the
papers in the rubbish), it's expected you just leave it all there. and the
cleaner cleans it.
Nothing really out of the ordinary, lots of walking, and
stuff, but we normally take a tricy from place to place. Had special exchanges
last week, so I got to go with Elder Sa., who is a lot like me, similar
sense of humour at least. So I got to go out to his area and meet his
investigators. His a real good, because obviously him being Filipino he can
joke around and stuff with them and understand what their saying. I can try,
but my grammar is a bit off at times, and I’m missing some key words that help
deliver a point. I found out what the Filipino's actually do for toilet, they
get a heap of soap and water, and use their hand. I told them (my companion,
and the other lads) that I'm not doing that, so I bought a heap of toilet paper
this week, also dahil may sipon ko, pero wala niyon. But they wiped out a page
in the white handbook that says successful missionaries embrace the culture. I
think I'm fine with being unsuccessful.
This coming week I get to go to Legazpi again and have a
trainers training, well Elder S. does,.....
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