No Chubby Pictures

It's really expensive to eat healthy food. I mean, ideally you don't eat too much so the stuff you buy lasts a long time, but it's much easier and cheaper to just eat whatever you want. But I WILL NOT come home with chubby mission pictures! I hope. I've already gained a little. oy vey.

But on a happier note, I got lots of yummy healthy food like granola and cottage cheese and whole wheat flour and organic peanut butter (the kind where the paragraph of ingredients is just a long list of adjectives describing the one ingredient; Peanuts). I even decided to buy some more expensive honey in the hope that it really tastes like honey. But all of these things are expensive. But I'm happy.

We talked to an old guy the other day who told us that the only praying he had ever done was to thank Mao for the food. That was a shock. Their government really is their God.

I was talking to a former missionary named Stuki who asked if my dad came on a mission here. I guess Uncle Paul was his zone leader. Also, Elder Holley wrote about an Olympic Gold Medalist in his Stake Presidency named Brother (President?) Vidmar. His son is here. He's pretty cool. I don't know him too well, but he is the office Elder so I see him a lot.

There is a really awesome store here called Muji. It is so cool. It sells clothes, shoes, food, and household items. The Chinese name sounds like WuYinLiangPin and means "no label good product". If only they had them in America, I would have an answer to the question "What is your style?" I would say, "I'm kind of a Muji guy," and that would explain it perfectly. The opera music is not quite what I would choose to listen to normally, but other than that it's perfect.

We have an investigator who contacted Elder Mills on the MTR because she said she had a feeling she should talk to him. They exchanged numbers and then she called us about a month later to see what time church started. She is pretty golden. One day we were about to extend a baptismal commitment, but she asked about tithing first. She said she had heard about it in church and just wasn't sure what it was, but she was willing to pay it, but she absolutely wouldn't get baptized. We didn't have much time so we just told her about tithing and then she got to see a visitor get baptized. Well this week we found out that she has some kind of phobia of reclining and of being submerged in water. She had a friend that was attacked while in the bathtub or something. So being submerged in water backwards is, she says, out of the question. We're trying to figure out if this is just the tip of the iceberg (hee hee). Anyway. I thought that was an interesting problem. A phobia of baptism.

Well, I love you all. I know the church is true. Keep working toward perfection. I will too.

Love,

-Noah