A Pagoda for Every Neighborhood
I think I've mentioned this before, but we can't walk down a street, almost, without finding a pagoda to explore. We don't need to look for them, they just sort of jump out at us. Well, we actually do look for them, but as we're looking for the ones that are map-worthy, we find one or two more on the way. This week was no different. Our week began, as usual, with food. Three of our missionaries needed new glasses, and as Typhoon Wipha was beginning to rain on Hanoi, they started their p-day "fun" getting examined for new glasses while Allen and I worked on things around the apartment. Allen's job is reimbursements--going over all the claims the missionaries make each week, okaying them or asking for more information about them, and printing them out for President Howell to sign. My job is keeping the records up to date on which missionaries see doctors, what they're told, what they do about it, how they're feeling, etc. (Sometimes sharing a comput...