Bangor, Part 1

I'm sorry I wasn't able to email yous yesterday. Moving all about insured that things were quite chaotic. Derry has been whitewashed, and once again we are being replaced by a team of sisters. Elder Price has been sent up to Airdrie in Scotland (not that uncommon for missionaries to hop back and forth, a lot of missionaries swapped like that this time). I stayed in Northern Ireland, and am serving in Bangor (2nd ward). My new companion is Elder Wotherspoon. He was at the MTC with me, so I already know him. He's from Hamilton, New Zealand. He's fairly tall and slender, and he's a goof-and-a-half. But I've always appreciated him bearing his testimony--he's a powerful testifier. 

I wish I was allowed to go to a gym. When me and Elder Scholz had a gym membership, that was the most diligent and effective I've ever been with morning exercise. Now I just do a whole bunch of random stuff in the morning. 

So did Bishop Smith have to shave? Is he allowed to grow out his beard at all now?

Our flat here in Bangor is really very nice. The sisters left it in great condition. I'll send a video soon, as per usual. 

Last week we helped a part-member family move. That took up a good chunk of the day, but I liked it. I like it whenever we can do manual labour like that. Elder Price complains about it sometimes, but any chance I get to mule is something I'll take. If there's anything I can do right, it's mule. Well, sometimes.

I also ate an enormous burrito. 

My last sacrament meeting in Derry was very good. The spirit was very strongly present. Of course, it was fast and testimony meeting. When I bore my own testimony, it was one of those rare times when I was trembling with how much I felt God's presence, and I could tell everyone else was in much the same state. A la Ammon, not to boast of myself, but to boast of my God. 

You know something? I've gained 15 pounds since I've been on my mission. What is a boy to do. Oh yeah, I still feel like a boy. There's no way I deserve to be an adult yet. 

I love y'all! B-bye!

Please apologize to Aunt Suzanne. I lost the last letter she sent me before I got the chance to read it. I will send my new mailing address as soon as possible.