At the end of a long day in which we rode our bikes all over and no one wanted to talk to us. At the end of the day we went contacting in a place that it mostly Cambodian but I knew had a few Viets because I had contacted one there a couple months earlier. That person didn't seem to be home, so we just kept walking down the alley even though we had no idea where we were going. Unbeknownst to me, Chi Lanh said a prayer asking to talk to just one one person before we had to go home. About two seconds later, we approached a man with a yoke over his shoulder carrying the bean curd pudding stuff he was selling. He had met missionaries before and wanted to go to church and bring his wife and two kids. Then, rather suddenly, I don't even know where they came from, we were surrounded by four people asking for pamphlets, wanting to know what we taught, and trying to figure out where the church was. One man left and came back with his wife and daughter to tell me his wife just came over from Vietnam and didn't know any Khmer. We arranged to meet her the next day and brought Co Xoa, one of my favorite people in all of Cambodia and the mother of two of the new sister missionaries (Em Thi and Em Tra). She was awesome, and Anh Hoa, the father in the family, agreed to read the book of Mormon. When we came back later in the week, this time with Chu Tich Lam because he wanted to know who we are teaching these days, Anh Hoa had already read through 1 Nephi 7. He was apologetic for not reading much, but in a place where I seldom teach people who are literate, independent readers, this was a cause for much rejoicing. He said we can come again this week to teach about the priesthood.
Thanksgiving was quite fun. I sat at a table with Anh ca Sang, Anh ca Tan, Anh ca Tu, Anh ca Canh, and Anh ca Vu and we had a blast. We also had cranberries. They were in the dressing and the Jello salad and on top of the whipped cream on the Jello salad. Anh ca Vu gave me his cranberries. Anh ca Binh baked bread in his toaster oven and it was just about the best bread I have ever had. The most wonderful thing was the pumpkin pie. I have never had such an amazing pie crust.
And now I am off to Siem Riep. We all get a chance to go once before we die (e.i. go home from the mission), even the Viets who are basically stuck in Phnom Penh for a year and a half or two years if they are white and can't go to Viet Nam.