Transfer 1; Week 5; North Zone

Alofa atuki'e otua! (Tongan)

This week has been busy and colder than usual. I've been begging sweaters from the sisters who are leaving this transfer because it gets cold in a skirt and a shirt. There were a lot of people that came to Temple square on Saturday and Sunday, but Monday there were not very many so we got to do service in the temple (aka deep cleaning some of the rooms). Mostly my companion and I did locker rooms and lots and lots of hallways, but we got to clean the glass in the waiting area too. That Temple is probably the most beautiful building I have ever been in. You can see the pioneer work everywhere.

There were a couple of fun miracles this week, and I love Singapore businessmen. We met one man who buys and sells pianos around the world and he was visiting with a member friend from Utah. His friend said that he wanted to be baptized (which oddly enough happens all the time) then we just laughed it off until the man asked us where he could be baptized right then and there. He said that he was tired of his church changing so he wanted to join one that wasn't changing. We obviously couldn't baptize him here (they removed the Font in the Tabernacle, and the reflection pool is too shallow to immerse anyone) so we told him that missionaries in Singapore could come and bring him a book of Mormon. He wouldn't give us his information until we assured him that the missionaries would be happy to baptize him and his family in Singapore. Apparently this doesn't happen every day because the Chinese sisters were so excited (as well as many others). I also like Romanian carpenters because we met one gentleman who asked us how he could get the Book of Mormon while we were letting him into the Tabernacle. He was such a fun man, apparently he got interested as he went around building Mormon churches around the States so that was pretty awesome.

Also I have at last purchased my own copy of PMG in French, so now I can learn some more. There are so many amazing people, I just wish that I could say good morning to all of them in their own language. I am learning how to hold my own in a conversation in Japanese... aka ask people where they are from and what their names are. I am not the best, but the other sisters from Japan understand me and the Guests just smile and nod (and some answer, but I can't follow that fast..eep!). I'll get it eventually. Next P-day I'll know where I am going to be for the next 6 weeks as well as who I am going to be with. I hope I get to stick with Sister Inoue, but new people would be funtastic as well.

Love ya!
Sister Pielstick