Settling for bagged milk

Dallin Hughes7:04 AM (3 hours ago)to meThis week was incredible. We met with more people during the week than I think I ever had on my mission. At one point I felt a little like I was in Mexico but then after a stark cold 3 hours knocking on doors I ended my fiesta daydream. We had néni after néni let us in (6 in total), hear our message, tell us about how big Hungary used to be, and almost every single one sent us off with a gift a horder would find pleasing. I collected dried/pressed flowers from a néni that her grandaughter gave her, a Christmas ornament (homemade), then too many old cookies/biscuits/rolls. They almost all offered to be our "Hungarian grandmothers" like every other old woman I've met in this city and let us off telling us to come back anytime and knock on the window if she didnt hear the knock on the door...
 
Balázs (a 39-yr-old man who has investigated the church for many years) is praying about being baptised on the 10 of december and we are fasting with Tamás so his dad will also let him be baptised that day.

I started off the week by making a music video to an efy song in Hungarian while my companion took a nap on P-day. We had a great zone training tuesday and a good run in parkas back to the train station so we didn't miss our train. It resulted in 4 very sweaty elders sitting on the floor of a very crowded train for 3 hours. We spent the rest of the week in Tatabánya for splits, Győr for District meeting and Szombathely for district conference which was weird to see everyone. Zoli, our ward mission leader there (who is notorious for speaking loudly and never not speaking), yelled, "Milk teeth is back!" and gave me a big hug. It did not help that I was drinking milk that Shepherd Elder had bought me the day before because the best milk in Hungary is in Szombathely and he's the best. But yeah, then Zoli pointed out I was literally drinking milk to everyone, then had me smile and drilled me for the next 10 minutes asking me, my companions, and random members that don't know me if I ever drink water. Goodness. But it was a fantastic meeting and the Szabadkais taught and ministered to the people in the district. ALSO Balázs came AND brought a friend woohoo!

I have no time. I love you all. The subject line refers to the fact that Im not in Szombathely and live on a diet of muzli, milk in bags, cucumbers, tomatoes, feta, and atheletic greens... then all those cookies and other items nénis pawn off on us as we tract.

I love you and will share this " 16 But if ye keep the commandments of God, and do with these things which are sacred according to that which the Lord doth command you, (for you must appeal unto the Lord for all things whatsoever ye must do with them) behold, no power of earth or hell can take them from you, for God is powerful to the fulfilling of all his words.
 17 For he will fulfil all his promises which he shall make unto you, for he has fulfilled his promises which he has made unto our fathers.
God has promised us so many blessings as we live his higher law. He keeps his word always. Don't settle for less when you could be blessed with the constant companionship of the spirit and countless other blessings.
Love, Hughes Elder
Photos:  Me getting my frizbee of the snow protector thingy with my ingenious invention feat mop. random stick and dustpan and lots of tape.
Tamás middle, Betti member (mom), Jozsi (dad)(catholic)
Cutting onions
lots of kézi munka (nénis creations)(these are just from a few of our lessons this week) 
(my bagged milk)