Elder Jones outside the Mission Office/Church. Apparently just this year they planted the grass and fixed up the outside better. Elder Scott came to visit in June before we arrived.
Our apartment still isn’t quite ready for us to move into! This is a picture of the outside, NOT KIDDING. I showed this to the other Senior Missionaries and they laughed and said, "it looks better than ours!" The inside right now needs some work, so in two weeks it will be done. I have heard, “In two weeks it will be ready,” for lots of weeks now. Good news, the concrete steps going up to our apartment look deluxe compared to a lot of others we have seen.
There are statues everywhere. According to our taxi driver, George, this guy was famous for having something to do with nuclear bombs. I couldn’t quite understand what he was saying.
Through a lot of hand signals at a little store, the lady told me that these were the best Kleenex. I guess hand signals don’t talk in color. In real life every other tissue is either BRIGHT pink or FLOURESCENT green. This was worth a giggle. Oh if I could only read Russian… I can sound out the words on some packages, by reading Armenian, but I don’t know what the words mean… Oh, shucks!
This is who watches me exercise every morning! I try to do my best and Choose The Right exercises….
There are lots of Noah’s Ark pictures, t-shirts, etc here in Armenia. Even a store named "Noah's Ark" They sell office supplies. These pictures are in the Mission Home. Bob loves this one. I don’t like it. To Science Fiction looking for me.
Serious note! "All because a young boy prayed." This is why I’m nearly 8000 miles from home, hoping to be a little part of bringing the Gospel to those that don’t know the love and peace that is available to all.
Love, Barbie/MOM/Sister Jones



















