Again up for 8:30 breakfast and then off to another church which was large and modern. The pastor's house where his wife served us lunch of noodle soup, chicken, rice and potatoes, and homemade cakes and gaseous water. They live on the third floor of the multi-purpose building. This is one of the buildings we helped to buy windows and doors for many years ago.

The main church is still in the building stage, but will be lovely. Presently they worship in a room downstairs. Next we went to an orphanage with 35 handicapped children (both mental and physical problems) from 2-23. The director and social worker were very helpful and informative and struggle to have enough food to feed the children. We decided to make a collection and give them something toward food for the kids. It is a sorrowful place and the workers impressed us with their dedication. Some clothes will be taken to them later-- one child kept wanting to get out of bed to give everybody hugs, but her pants kept falling off because the elastic was gone.

Then we went to a large home where one couple has adopted 6 children besides their own 2 kids. It's a houseful, but the kids were loved, well dressed, and really sweet. Four of the kids were from one family. More cakes and gaseous water were served. This was the third time we were fed today.

Back to pastor Veres' church where we did the usual testimonies with translation, sang in Hungarian and English, saw a wonderful program put on by the children who had already been to Camp Harghita including songs, verse recitals, and a skit. Then more cakes. Then home to dinner at around 9PM.

Everyday, since we can't seem to get on the open road before the cows come home, we must dodge these large muddy bovines as they amble down the narrow streets. Each knows exactly where to turn off to it's own barn without human intervention. It's quite remarkable. The pastors really cannot understand our fascination with these cows and our need to stop to take pictures all the time. I told one parishioner, "We love your cows" and she answered, "We love their milk". Guyla drives cautiously, but Andrew drives from one side of the road to the other, narrowly missing making hamburgers by van and it's quite adventurous.

One other thing we did a couple days ago was to walk up the road and pick wild flowers and wild strawberries. These berries are tiny but so fragrant and tasty. There are flowers everywhere, and at least 25 different varieties. The landscape is so beautiful you can hardly believe it--even when you are looking at it.

It's very late. Now I know why most emails from mission teams are pretty short and terse. We're usually too tired to let you know all the exciting things that are happening.

God's blessing on each and every one,