Szervusztok!
I'm really not sure if it's mission life or just Hungary, but the weird experiences just don't seem to stop. This week kind of took it to a new level though in some aspects.
On monday we celebrated the 4th of July (because pretty much every other missionary in this country is American) as a district, but it was really just a chill day, playing some games together and just enjoying being together as a district.
Tuesday was pretty normal for the most part, the only thing that really changed it up was that we had our good friend, Margit, come and work with us for the entire day. Margit is awesome, she just loves to go do missionary work with us, jó fej.
Wednesday is when the weirdness really started to pick up. We visited one of our investigators in the hospital and it was all going well and good until a schizophrenic man came up to us and started yelling at us to leave because we were apparently "gassing people with our corrupt gospel" in his words. But it all worked out okay and the lesson went pretty well. We also taught Hungarians how to eat oreos with milk and then they told us all about their 9/11 theories, it was a strange day.
Thursday we were trying to visit another person and we ended up in on of the sketchiest hospitals that I've ever seen, but we couldn't visit anyone and then our next appointment dogged us, so still an interesting day.
Friday, we went on splits with our zone leaders. But we started with a district meeting which included eating very large watermelons, while playing a game about lying what bugs are because we were waiting for one of the biggest pizza's I've ever seen to arrive. Then Elder Egan and I saw a fight on a Vilamos (tram) and everyone just kind of let the guys walk away and no one called the cops or anything, it was just a strange situation.
Saturday was pretty regular, we just went to Vác and our good friend Margit came along with us. Nothing too crazy happened.
Sunday was where it got the weirdest. After church and a bit of tracting, we headed out to what seems to be the usual for us, two different hospitals. The first one was really sketchy and we ended up in a psychiatric ward with a bunch of people just walking around and they were all eating tejföl (sour cream, I guess) on bread, super strange. Then we went to another hospital to visit a less active man that we met with last week, but when we got there we were told by the nurse that he actually passed away during the week. So that was a really sad way to end off our week, but we were just happy that we at least met with him once, we could tell that the one meeting meant a lot to him.
So yeah, that was my incredibly strange week. Hopefully all your weeks are much more normal than mine was (and probably will be).
Minden jót kivánok!
Found some big rope thing, so had to climb it.
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