Week #23

Fogs rolling in off the east river bank.

Hello dearest people who I write to each week.

How are all of you?

On Monday of last week, we ran into a bunch of "utah mormons'' on vacation. They forced 20 dollars in my pocket. Today we will eat like kings.

Also, the news that the team down south botched a 2 point conversion made me very, very happy. The world is still in order and the U of U is still on top, just like it should be.

There was an old lady walking down the street and I looked into her eyes, about to say ''Labdien" and her phone rang. Dancing Queen by ABBA was the ringtone. As Becca would say (and these are not my words, in fact, this phrase makes me cringe) it was a ''Tender Mercy''.

Hard weeks on hard weeks on hard weeks.

The boy is well. He is getting adjusted which means he no longer stares at me until I do something, which he then would copy that thing which I would do. He does still look at his watch every time I do, but we will go on step at a time.

In all reality, he is a great companion. Easy going and he understands my HUMOR. That is all I really need out of a companion.

We have 2 solid investigators.

A- He said in our first lesson ''Es gribu kristities, bet es neesmu gatavs." (I want to be baptized, but I am not ready) We will keep working until he is. Also, I was sick this week and after our lesson he went to the store and bought me medus (honey). Great man.

Also, honey might be my favorite food.

For about 2 weeks, I tried to start every conversation with "Sveiki, vai jūs spelejat Pokemon Go? (Hello, do you play Pokemon Go) with mild success. As we were walking down the street yesterday, a woman around the age of 50, who was stopped on her bike looked us dead in the eyes and said "Vai jūs grībat parunāties par Pokemon Go?'' (Do you want to talk about Pokemon Go" I said "jā" (ya) and she might come to English Class. I have reached Nirvana.

We also talked to a young guy in the park last night. He didnt want to exchange numbers, but we talked about Prophets and the Book of Mormon. He took the book and called back an hour later and said "I don't want to meet at your church, but can we meet in the park again and talk about this book, I read some I am really interested." It was cool. So we will meet in the park this week.

We picked potatoes in the middle of nowhere and I am sore as a horse.

Love you all.