Mandarin continues too be hard, but it is making more sense. After teaching about five short lessons in Mandarin to our teacher pretending to be a Taiwanese person learning about the Church, we watched a little evaluation video where our teacher talked about what he thought of our lessons (in character). He was speaking in English, and it was nice that we could understand what he was saying. At one point he said, “Even though sometimes I couldn't understand what the missionaries were saying….” We all burst out laughing because we had all seen his face while he was trying to decipher our horribly pronounced Chinese! After that he said he felt the spirit anyway, which was nice.
As companions, we have set a goal to speak our language most of the time. It has been hard to do this, but we are learning a lot. We don't talk quite as much as we used to, but when we do talk, we speak a lot more Chinese. At night when we are back in our room, we speak English as we predetermined to allow ourselves that time to de-stress.
Garrett and I played Ladder Ball at gym the other day which was fun. Today I saw him with no gel in his hair, which as we know is quite unusual for Garrett, and it made me smile.
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