Well, we attended our final senior missionary testimony meeting tonight. Sister Caldwell and I bore our testimonies -- in Mongolian! We didn't do too badly, either! But that's 'cause we had a good teacher, Enhee Chuluun (see picture). She is from Mongolia but served a mission here in America. She is living here, now, and going to school. We have grown to really like her and she has been really patient with us as we have tried to learn a bit of the Mongolian language.

We could not understand anything that was being said (everyone spoke in the language of the country to which they are going) but there was a good feeling there. It was really great to see a Tongan Elder who was large and stout enough to have played half of the offensive line of the San Franciso 49ers all by himself, sit down and play "Called To Serve" for us as we sang the opening song. He is a good piano player!

Today, we also began classes on how to teach English. It's really quite interesting. We are learning a lot about our own language as we study Mongolian and as we learn how to teach it to none English language speakers. There's more to it than one would think.