E famili!!! Fefe hake?

Hey Family!

Como estan? It's been a good week. I finally feel like we're working with the ward. They're giving us assignments and we're doing them and following up. At the same time, when they haven't worked out, we've done some finding. It was ten degrees yesterday, sunny and we were out tracting. Of course the 3 people who invited us in were single males, so we had to schedule appointments and keep knocking. I'm just happy we got some good potentials, if not lessons.

The Visitor Center yields random little miracles. Like, people calling us back. That's a miracle. It doesn't happen full proselyting. We had two people we'd met call US, before we even called them. That's so exciting. we have appointments with them this week. Love it.

The cool thing about having a Tongan companion is we get even more spoiled than we usually do by the Polynesians. One of the Sisters brought at least $50 worth of groceries and just dropped it off at the visitor center for us while we were on tours. Literally 4 shopping bags full of food. Amazing. We called her and thanked her profusely, but I wish there was more we could do. Don't be surprised if I come home looking and speaking like a Tongan.

Tongan words of the day:
fakatomala-Repent!
fakasaseli- sillyhead
nutuhafu- droolface
namuku- smelly
owahohaha- don't bug me
ihe huafa o Sisu Kalaisi, amen. -In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

The combinations of vocabulary you pick up on the mish are very unique. The Samoans in Relief Society play this one up game to see who can do the best job of overfeeding the missionaries. After this, I'm worried/curious about how much we're taking home next week. I feel loved.

We have plans to go to Liberty Jail today. Sister Faivakimoana's got friends out there who want to show us around and take us shopping. Shweet! I'm finally going to get to see that dvd of Benjamin and I'm burning a cd for Julio. A recent convert in another ward that hangs out in the visitor center Sunday nights, since he has to work Sunday morning. He brought us good Mexican food from the ghetto side of town we're not allowed in, in exchange for some good Spanish religious music. I like
how the Hispanic culture works—you do a fava fo me, I do a fava fo you, capiche?

Life's good. Mission's good. Even when life's not good and the mission's not good...it's still good. Love you all 'heaps' (nz). Thanks for your support and your letters and for just being good. That counts for a lot.

Ofa atu,
Sista Dev