Livingston, Part 2

Scotland is a lot like Ireland in many ways, but in many other ways quite different. We are somewhere between Edinburgh and Glasgow. The Edinburgh accent is easy to understand, but the Glasgow accent is...not. So I have a hard time understanding some people. Livingston is not really busy enough to street contact effectively, so we pretty much tract all day every day. It's more door-to-door than I've ever done. Ever. Elder Skelton is such a good missionary. I feel like he's training me. I have to make sure he's not dragging me along, and just keep up with him. I still haven't seen President MacDonald that often, but I understand he's settling in well, and he's still a big goof. Another difference I notice from Ireland to Scotland is that people close the door much faster. 

Everyone looks so big now. Amanda really looks like a younger version of Mom, doesn't she? 

We walk everywhere so far. No car, and no bikes. We are getting some bus passes on Tuesday. There are quite a few little towns in our area, and it's all quite suburban. These places are where people live if they can't afford to live in Edinburgh. There is quite a large shopping centre, about 50 minutes to walk there. 

Today we need to clean our flat and wait for a guy to come look at our leaky shower. We make most of our own meals, but we should have a few DAs this week. Elder Skelton is a good cook, and he likes to cook too, so...yeah. 

We had one investigator, but he dropped us on Sunday like a sack of hammers. He left after Priesthood opening where an upcoming activity was being discussed, and apparently we aren't supposed to have fun. We are gonna meet another guy hopefully tonight. 

I found a really nice CD player in my room. So that's cool. 

See you later! Love you!