An Extremely Long and Very Informative Email

That title was a total lie.
Sorry about that.

This week was more or less the exact same as every other week out here has been lately, cept this week we took to the streets to talk to as many people as we could! This had some unexpected results. First result: Absolutely nobody wanted anything to do with us, as we continuously got shut down like nobody's buisiness. It was crazy. I haven't heard this many uses of the word "no" since.. Well... last week, I guess. Thing is though, the members of the ward have been noticing us a lot more since we started with this approach, and wouldn't you know it? One of the appointments we set actually didn't flake on us. For reals! It went pretty great, except they want nothing to do with us either. Our appointment with them mostly involved them trying to convert us, which I thought was a bit ironic really, but it is what it is. When nobody is anxious to talk to you, you end up getting a little down on yourself, but not me! I ain't getting down! There's really not much else to say about this week other than my feet are absolutely KILLING me from walking so much, and we helped out with girls camp, which was kind of awkward. We set up tents for the girls and left, that's about it. And I got the WORST sunburn on my neck, so now wearing a white shirt hurts like the devil.

I meant to write a heck of a lot more than I did, but I stopped typing to draw something instead, so you can have the drawing this week. I'll try to have more interesting things to talk about next week. ALOHA!

Also PS there was a fairy tail car. So that was legit.

BONUS: The Story Where I Eat An Unborn Duck Fetus
So... Balut. In case you didn't know, balut is a traditional delicacy in a magical land called the Philippines. It's an unborn fetus of a chicken or duck, (duck in this case) that is allowed to grow until the baby has feathers. The egg is then served. The process of eating balut has several steps to it actually.

Step 1: Drink the juice. Yes. Really. Go full lumberjack man and drink it like the testosterone fueled rage monster you are. It tastes like sour eggs. Now that the liquid is out of the way, move on to step two.

Step 2: Eat the body of the little duck and show no mercy. The feathers and beak tend to cause some discomfort going down, but as long as you don't think about ducklings while eating it you should be fine. (I uh.... I thought about ducklings)

So how the heck did I get balut? Well, another elder out here, Elder Lunt, had a birthday. He and his companion Elder Maxwell had always wanted to try balut, so the sister missionaries, one of whom was from the Philippines, provided them with three balut eggs. Obviously there were two of them and three eggs, but I didn't know that until I got there. I knew I had to try it, if for no other reason than just to be able to say that I did.

So I ate it, it was horrible, I threw up, and I don't recommend it.

Good day folks!