72 Hours.

Everyday here in China is a complete adventure. Yet the last 72 hours have been especially eventful. Let me break it down for you.

-Went to a park with six of my babies & their parents. It was so fun & amazingly beautiful. We climbed over 2,000 stairs to get to a pagoda but it was a great time nonetheless. Then we ate very yummy food. I learned that some people like to eat the WHOLE ENTIRE shrimp, including the eyes & shell.

-Wandered Walking Street & bought more clothing for dirt cheap. I'm becoming a shopaholic. We were able to hold some darling puppies & get ice cream from Cyncia. Also we had McDonalds & it was sooo delicious. The lights at night are wonderful around those parts. Unfortunately I didn't capture many pictures but I will share more soon enough.

-Got stuck in an small elevator with 12 ILP teachers. When we would call the emergency line they would simply hang up because they couldn't understand us. Luckily, with the help of a couple phrase books we were able to let them know that we needed help. Despite the minor feelings of claustrophobia I thought it was quite funny.

-We were able to go to church for the first time since arriving here & it was splendid. It was very different having to travel hours to attend & holding the meeting in a living room. I really loved it. We talked a little bit about how ready the people of China are for the gospel & how excited we are for them to receive it. It will be the best day! I can hardly wait.

-An ancient man danced with us on the bus.

-Got attacked by a midget. We were walking out of the bakery when this midget started pestering us. She wanted our food & money & wasn't taking no for an answer. It wasn't long before she decided to cling on to one of the other teachers. She would not let go & literally had to be pried off of her. It was easily one of the funniest things I have ever seen.

-I went & had dinner at Michael's house. Which was the nicest place ever & learned how to make dumplings! So delicious.

-I paid the hospital a little visit. I was teaching the kids when I sliced my finger open. I knew from the moment I saw it I would need some stitches. After visiting the school nurse, passing out & being told "To the hospital we go" I found myself in the emergency room. They sent me back & forth & back & forth & gave me the medication I needed. Then I was told to stand against the wall & wait for assistance. Let me just paint a picture for you of my surroundings. People screaming left & right. A man with a melted face. A women coughing up blood. A completely naked old man moaning. After treating the mutated face man [and not cleaning up any of the bloody mess] they had me sit in his spot. Right next to the naked old man, where a boy who looked sixteen & had earrings stitched me up. I was then given two more shots in what they called my "bums" & was sent to a room full of people holding IV bags over their heads. I am now expected to take 36 pills a day [I'm not exaggerating] & visit the hospital every two days. It was quite the experience. But on the bright side now all my kids constantly kiss it better & say "Will the finger be okay?"

-Anna climbed onto my lap & whispered in my ear saying, "I really really like you" & everything was right in the world. Then she had me put her hair in a side pony so we could be matching. Excuse the blurry photo. 

Life is so good!