Tediaki Buaga

We started our day off right with breakfast at McDonald's...strange that we kept saying we needed to get some "real" food and we were referring to this place. My Dad was the biggest spokesman for McD's and that is his last choice of fast food at home.

The people working there were very patient with our lack of communication...Most of the time we just had Mark order for us. There was a pretty dock area, next to a bridge that Mark loved. It was a pretty area to look out at the ocean.

There's the bridge...

On our little walk that day (our walks were never little) we went through a pretty park. I wish I would have gotten a picture of a little girl who was playing and stopped my dad...she wanted to take a picture of him. He, of course, grabbed Mark to join him. She seemed excited about the run in...and even more excited when Mark started speaking Japanese to her.

This reminded me that when we would walk by little kids they would always call out to us, "Haro!" (however you spell their pronunciation.) From windows above us, we would hear them saying hello and waving. So funny.

That evening we met up with some members who were kind enough to feed us. They were 3 women (1 was Mark's first convert and the other 2 joined the missionaries in their lessons and they all became great friends) and one of their sons, who had just received his mission papers...we will be serving in Tokyo.

Since it was Mon. night we had a little FHE thing...it was a pretty spiritual experience and we got to hear a conversion story.

After they brought us back to our hotel, we walked back to the bridge to see it lit up all pretty.

This sign was next to the toilet in our hotel bathroom....I thought it was pretty funny. The English is a little broken, but I guess you can still understand what they are saying.

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