Hi Everyone! 

This week has been a week. Most of it's been long and boring, but there have been a few random moments of extreme bizarre-ness.

The Taiwanese Amas are as inexplicable as ever. We tried going bus contacting the other day, and got stuck in a clump of Amas. The Ama I sat down next to immediately took possession of my arm, and proceeded to stroke it, squeeze my hand, and compare my skin tone to her own for the next ten minutes. Meanwhile the Ama on my other side went on a long spiel about how skin tone doesn't matter as long as we're healthy. Sister Smith and I vigorously agreed, but I still didn't regain possession of my hand until we got off the bus.

This week has been a little rough, because we spent a long time every day contacting without a single person wanting to talk to us, so Saturday we made a goal that by the end of the day we'd find someone who wanted a tour of our church. We worked really hard all day, but by 7:30 pm we still hadn't found a single person who was interested. We were at a park trying to talk to people, and we thought we saw a member at a nearby building, so we decided to go say hi to them. On our way over, we started a conversation with a Filipino guy on a bench next to the basketball court. His friend came over, and we started telling them about our church. They seemed kind of interested, so we invited them to come to our Sunday meetings. Then one of them asked if they could see our church now. Apparently I'm just really bad at noticing things, because I completely missed the fact that they were both fairly drunk, so I said "absolutely!". Sister Smith gave me a death glare, but it was too late at that point, so we grabbed our bikes and all headed over to the church. On the way over, they both picked one of us to ask if we were dating anyone. I said yes and left it at that. Sister Smith specified that she's engaged, and he's studying to be a doctor. Once we got that cleared up though, the tour went very well. A baptism had just ended at the church, so there were a ton of members. As soon as we got in the door, the Stake President hurried over to welcome them in in his broken English. Other members also welcomed them throughout the tour. I'm pretty sure one of the guys was too drunk to really notice, but the other guy really seemed to like the atmosphere, and said he'd try to come back when he has time off work. God really does answer prayers, if sometimes in weird ways.

Hope everyone has an amazing week!

Sister Hull

Pics:

1. Daya has a gorgeous bike path going through it, so for Pday we joined the elders in biking a part of it. This statue is located next to a map of the bike path. The little guys are a potato, a wheat berry, and an airplane. We're not sure why.

2. Another pic while on the bike path. Sorry if it's upside down. Please note my ability to take an in-focus selfie on a point and shoot camera while riding a bike without crashing. This is only one of the many extremely specialized skills I'm in the process of picking up.

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