Ok. First off. Don't judge me. I think me of anyone would know the rules. Thank you kindly. But we needed to obediently take care of our sheep and go out to a little courteous city outside of Timisoara and find some members and so we did just that, to save money, rather than taking the boring train - no bravery included whatsoever, and to be thrifty as we are supposed to be as it says in the scout law. *Please note it never says to be "safe" in the scout law.* We rented some clean clean bikes, and us being the trustworthy missionaries we are, from the place here in the center of town and we had a loyal bike ride out to the little city of Sacalaz. I can still feel the reverent consequences of our actions last Saturday, if you understand what I am throwing your way. I haven't riden a bike for such a long time, but no way I would ever forget how to ride one. It was a cheerful day. If only it was like today, about 50 degrees out, but last Saturday it was about 75 or 80. With my rucksack my back was soaked by the time we got out there - maybe it was a good thing I don't have to ride a bike on my mission. I'd always be soaked! I sweat too much! But towards our disappointment, neither of the members we wanted to contact were there but we chatted with some really nice people. I love the country side and "simple" life sometimes so much after living in the city where it is always busy and you are on the go. It was great to interact with some of the people there, just so helpful! It was a good break. And another cool person we talked to, was a past football star for Timisoara and Bucuresti as well. He seemed like a really cool guy, we met him on the outskirts of Timisoara and he actally lives in Sacalaz and usually bikes to Timi everyday playing football with other friendly friends and doing errands. (Football refers to the only football there is in the world. The real football. Real talent and heart. I love football.) Anyways. It was a good day.
English classes are going alright, we are teaching beginners this time around and every class is about 15-20. Last Saturday was the most I have seen at English for a while. It went well. I sometimes hate teaching English, because I forget the accent I have and the way I say words and the way they are supposed to say them. I think about every other sentence that comes out of my mouth I teach a wrong principle or something wrong. Oh well.
Everything is just dandy. I love the life. Missionary life.
