That's right, a cook off. David Bowie was the judge.
A family had us over for dinner Monday night, and they made spaghetti. For a Cambodian, that is an incredible feat.
One of the Cambodian Sister missionaries has started calling me "Snake Man" because she says I have snake eyes, and she cannot trust me. She says she hates my eyes because they make me look like Edward from Twilight. I think that's pretty good. That Edward is a tall drink of water.
Remember the blind guy I talked about a while ago? We went and cleaned his house? Well on Sunday at church, we were sitting there in sacrament meeting, when all of the sudden the dividing doors between us and the gym start shaking. Elder Grimaud and I go to tell the kids playing on the other side of the door to stop playing with it. But to our surprise, it was not a group of mischievous kids. It was one lone blind man in the room by himself. He was being led, and the guy leading him had to go to the bathroom, so he dropped the blind guy off in a random room. And then forgot about him. So we found him trying to find his way to civilization. He has a a great heart. He laughed it off hahahahhaha.
I went on an exchange this week, meaning I got to go into another missionaries area. While doing so, we found a lady with her arm in a pile of poop. She was trying to unclog a drain. I really wanted to help. I also really wanted to remain poop-free. It was a dilemma.
We moved houses this week. Same area I work in, same companion, just a new house. Our new house is like a five star American condo. There is a pool on the top floor. A POOL. Cambodian doesn't even HAVE a word for pool because they are so fancy! But while we were moving, we were listening to music. And there was one song Elder Grimaud showed me that basically made me cry every time I heard it. It is about missionary work and what we do. So I thought I'd put it out there for all of you to enjoy. And probably cry.
Speaking of music, I hear there is a new song out there on iTunes and Spotify called "Beats for Us" that is ok. Maybe you should listen to that too.
Over and out.
Hello, this is Elder Slavens. How may I help you?
The rise of the blood red sun. All hail.
Moving houses and improving my character as I become as mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
My sleeping conditions.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand the pile of poop. It's that grey stuff right there. You should smell it. If you don't know what I am talking about because you were too lazy to read my email, SCROLL BACK UP AND READ IT.