Zdrastvuitye!
This week was quite the interesting one. Not as interesting as last week, but slightly entertaining nonetheless. Sister Thomas and I are still rocking the training life. Loving it! Our apartment is still without hot water. Loving it! I always feel like a wee pioneer whilst I'm carrying my bucket of water heated on the stove to the bathroom. Except that's not even what pioneers did. Whatever. It's pretty old-fashioned. The weather is starting to get a bit colder outside. It's been cold enough to need a sweater outside, but there are still some days where it's around 80 degrees. Pretty bipolar, but it's leaning towards the cold side. I'm ready for the snow! Bring it!
We had quite a diverse variety of experiences with investigators this week. We were able to miraculously find and teach a new investigator, and we also had to drop one. The one that we found really was a miracle. Our teaching pool is getting pretty shallow, mostly because literally every one of our investigators is out of town, so we decided to call a random number on our phone. The one that we picked ended up being a referral from one of the members in the branch. We called her up and set up a meeting for that night. Aside from the fact that the member was sleeping in her chair for most of the meeting and the investigator just shrugged every time we asked her a question, the lesson went pretty well... I think. She wouldn't agree to be baptized, but she'll come around eventually. She agreed to read from the Book of Mormon and read through the Restoration brochure, so that's a start. The member fed us grapes that she rinsed off in a bowl that I'm fairly certain had tacos or something in it. They don't even eat tacos in Russia, but there was some kind of creepy oil film on the grapes with a hint of hispanic seasoning. There were old cheese chunks in the bowl and some other matter that I couldn't identify. Also, she took the bowl into the bathroom to rinse them off. There isn't a sink in there. Food safety is clearly not a priority in some households.
The investigator that we had to drop has been dropped many-a-time before, but she keeps calling the Sisters out of nowhere saying that she wants to meet with us. It's hard to say no when you have an entire day of contacting ahead of you and then someone magically wants to meet. Yeah, sometimes it's not worth it. Basically, the only thing that's come out of missionaries meeting with her is that she has a desire to learn more about her own religion. *Face palm* No. She absolutely will not do anything that we ask her and she has zero desire to be baptized or change. Drop it like it's hot. We felt so bad saying goodbye to her though because she's literally one of the nicest people I've ever met and she loves the missionaries as friends so much. She even made us little fried pies which I felt guilty for eating after we threw her under the rug. They were still good though. She'll have a change of heart. I know it.
Funny story! So, there's this little town outside of Penza called Ахуны (pronounced uh-hoo-nee) that's on the outskirts of our area. One evening, Sister Thomas and I didn't have anything to do, so we decided to bus out to Ахуны and find some new diciples of Christ. Basically, nobody was outside while we were there, so we went on a little quest in the forest to find somebody. The forest was beautiful, as always. As we were making our way down the beaten forest path, a heavenly scent entered our nostrils. The aroma was that of a sweet Pilsbury Dough Boy stuffed with sugar, spice, and everything nice (not really, I just can't put into words how amazing it smelled). Real swift-like, our quest switched from finding diciples of Christ to finding the source of the smell (just kidding, we never do that). As soon as Sister Thomas and I acknowleged the scent in the air, we literally starting bolting down the trail trying to find some sort of house or building that might contain the sugary goods. After running for about 35 minutes with no luck, we decided to throw in the towel. Someday we will return and find them. Someday.
Sister Thomas and I met a really cool kid on the bus yesterday on our way home for the night. He was about our age and he had a man-bun on his head, so we just ignored him as we were being hooligans in the back of the bus. Yeah, after about 20 minutes, man-bun kid turned to us and started speaking to us in perfect english. He was actual really cool and we committed him to come to english club! Miracle! I hope he starts meeting with the Elders and gets baptized.
Yeah, so I get food poisoning a lot. I got it again this week actually. Last P-day Sister Thomas and I bought this delicious looking bread that had some sort of cream-cheesy type of topping on it that was amazing, but apparently bad. Also, Sister Thomas unknowingly made us a smoothie out of milk that smelled like it was milked from tiny shrimp utters. I have never smelled milk that was so rank in my entire life. Yep, innocently drank that. Let's just say Sister Thomas and I were taking turns going in and out of the bathroom for most of the next morning. Always a fun time. Welcome back food poisoning. Don't come again.
Side note... I dyed my hairs again. Since it is starting to get colder outside, I switched back to my darker side since the sun won't bleach it out as badly in the winter. I really like it!
Anyways, that's all for this week folks! Don't eat grapes that came out of the bathroom or drink milk that smells like sea creatures! Have a nice week!
Do Svidanya!
Love,
Sister Megan Wagstaff
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