Adventures

I keep thinking about things we might like to write about. The intrigue that flows through a city like Bucharest would be amazing. Can you imagine being raised as a gypsy boy, taught to steal, lie, cheat, be afraid. Yet now some gypsys are trying to be good citizens. What if a boy met the missionaries, for example, and wanted to learn English, say, but learned about Jesus on the way.

Now that I am in Frankfurt I think again about Heidi and Baldwin. We have some important parts of a good story there. It would be fun to return to it again.

Tomorrow I'm going another place I haven't been, really. I went through Copenhagen, Denmark once, but this time I'll be in a city called Odense. Elder and Sister Meng will teach other senior missionary couples about helping the young adults who come to their Center to be in a clean place, learn about the Gospel, and bring their friends who will learn about the Church. Cool, huh.

Then on Friday we'll go on to Oslo, Norway. I have never been there. I can only imagine that the trees aren't blooming there yet and that the grass isn't beginning to be green like it is here.

I am impressed with your basketball performances on Saturday. That must have been great fun for you to play so well. I imagine that I am there watching you. Good job!

I love you. Keep smiling. Keep being wonderful.

I take my stone with me when I travel.

Love, Bamma