... of how much pizza I ate this week. You know, the more time I spend eating pizza, the more I realize just how much I've missed eating pizza. It's a simple thing, true, but it tasted really good. And if you can find stuff that tastes good and is cheap, you're set for life. I had pizza on Monday, pizza on Wednesday, pizza on Saturday. I'd have eaten more if I'd have had more opportunities! I unfortunately did not have more opportunities, so I didn't eat more.
So, Monday we went and gave our friend Joseph a blessing before he went in for surgery. That night we went to start finishing the moving proccess of Elder Mayberry and Elder Cannon from their old apartment into mine. We called a taxi, which turned out less than pleasent. We got in and the guy immediately started driving like a crazy person. I got a bad feeling even before he started driving, so I said a silent prayer. About 2 minutes after we set out I saw a green car quite a ways ahead of us in another lane and I got the strangest feeling that we were going to end up hitting it eventually. Lo and behold, not long later we rear-ended this guy. Everyone was alright, and the cars were still driveable, but we had to call another taxi. That was a fun conversation to have with the taxi operator by the side of the road in Russian.
Me: "Yeah, there was an accident en route, and, well, basically, we need a taxi on *Where we got into the accident*."
Operator: "So you want to make a repeat order?"
Me: "Yeah, something like that."
The new taxi got there, and this guy was much better than the first, so that was good. He also turned on his radio to a good rock station which happened to be in the middle of playing "Rainbow in the Dark", one of my favorite songs. We got home alright.
We met with a bunch of different people on Tuesday, but the most memberable moment was as we were walking home and we met some... thing. A creature in the form of man, but made entirely of bulging, steely muscles. It was Stanislav the Huge! He stopped us in the way using his immense gravitational pull and a cry of "Пацаны!". He asked what we do for work, so we told him about how we're missionaries and taught him a bit about our church. We asked him what he likes to do. He responded with a resounding "Sports!". We asked him what kind, and he responded by simply flexing his arm and chest muscles in the most comicbookish muscle pose I've seen. I'm pretty sure I could hear a light thuderclap from the force. He was really nice. Offered to work out with us sometime. We're a little scared to take him up on it, but we do want to talk to him sometime again. he's cool.
Wednesday we ate pizza after district meeting. This is old news, though, and probably seems pretty insignificant now that you have images of taxi accidents and Stanislav the huge floating around in your heads.
On Thursday we went back over to the other apartment to finish packing the last of the things there. On the way there we stopped at this place called Burger Home. Or Burger House. We can't tell which one, the advertizing was confused on this matter in particular. It wasn't in Russian, and seeing as home and house are the same word in Russian, there was a translation issue that nobody caught. We noticed that there were only 3 people there other than us and that we were the only ones there to actually eat food. It was pretty funny.
While the others were packing I did a bunch of book work, organizing a bunch of the records that we keep. That was good. A member helped us move this time, so there was no sketchy taxi to worry about.
Don't really remember what we did Friday. We were busy doing something I guess, but that's just based off of the recent trend. Anyway, this email is long enough without Friday.
Saturday, we finally closed the other apartment for good! We also ate pizza.
Anyway, Sunday was good. A lot of people came to church, including Lyuba. We also went and visited Joseph, who is recovering well from his surgery.
Well, that's about it from me. Hope you guys are doing well!
Peace out!
Elder Robison
This is how we moved their stuff on Thursday. Way less sketchy than taxis.
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