The sea of Azov is frozen enough to have foot travel for as far as I could see.
We watched others walk for a long time on the sea, they (not me) played a little football, walked a little on the sea and then happily trudged back to our warm apartment to have dinner prepared by a church member and her best friend (investigator)
It doesn't take long to love the culture, the people and young energetic missionaries. But most of all I love the elder elder missionary.
No comments:
Post a Comment