Hey everyone,
Today is the first day of my second transfer out in the field. I started a new planner in weekly planning and I'm officially using a Tagalog one so that's fun (honestly there exactly the same except the Tagalog one has less room because Tagalog takes a lot more space to write).
For the record, I did beat almost all of you into 2019, with the exception of the other missionaries who are getting these emails out here in the isles of the sea. It was way fun because there was a concert in the park across the street from our apartment and the music was so loud it sounded like it was coming from inside the apartment. I ate a Twix at midnight because American candy is mahal (expensive) but I wanted to celebrate.
This week Elder Pangan and I did a lot of work. It was great. On Christmas, Elder Hilis and I had found the daughter of one of his recent converts (who had moved to Honk Kong for work my second week out here) out in this far area from where her mom lived. When we went to her grandmas house to see where the daughter actually lived, and it happened to be the day after her mom had gotten back from Hong Kong. We were able to teach Angela, the daughter, that day, and that night we got a text from Virgina, the mother, telling us that her husband decided he wanted to be baptized as well. It was really cool to see the Lord's timing at work.
Also, one of the highlights of the week, I saw a Filipino trike driver, in this tiny little obscure barangay Diaz, wearing a CSULB T shirt. He drove by too fast for me to get a picture, but it is not officially the most random shirt I've seen here, just ahead of the UCSB Soccer shirt I saw.
It was a good week. I'm getting better at the language and I love the work.
Happy New Year
-me
Picture one is a group of kids we taught along with this 16 year old investigator, and after the lesson they held me down so I couldn't leave
Picture two is a cow and a lot of corn because this week I realized the humor in being sent somewhere with a lot of those, because that's where I didn't really want to go back in the states (l love cows and corn now turns out)
Picture three is a drug sign The Tagalog one translates to "Manambong Parte doesn't like/want drugs" and doesn't really make sense with the English acronym "MAD"
.Picture 4 is just a picture Elder Pangan took of me while I was tired right before going home from our last appointment of the day.