So this past week was pretty good. Well, actually it was pretty hard,
but good. Sister Dabelko are finally hitting that wall and finding out
why everybody always tells us that our area, Mirandopolis, is so hard.
Which I mean it really is... It´s all rich people who have everything
they want and dont want to listen to a bunch of Americans butcher their
language and rather spend their time washing their 5 cars... aka the
United States! haha j/k (rowling) but seriously when you think of
missionary work in Brazil you do not think of slamming doors and
rudeness... you think of rainbows and unicorns and baptisms, BUT we are
working hard and even with the wall we managed to get 18 lessons this
week which really was a miracle and we are so excited to continue on
this week!
We are actually working a lot more with the members this past
week which really is a blessing. Everything is so much easier when you
have member help, especially when they know portugues and you do not...
we went on divisions with some members in our ward last Monday and it
was really good! I went with a ladt named Cida (She is amazing! Oh I
love her!) and we taught one of our investigators Luiz, and it actually
went good! Even though like I was the one in charge of the lesson and
teaching and it was actually really good and like I could understand
everything for the most part and all the things i couldn´t Cida helped
with and it was surprising awesome. And like I was able to have full
conversations with Cida while we were walking so that´s pretty awesome.
We also had a Zone Breakfast this past week! That was pretty
fun! We made french toast and pancakes and bacon and there was PEANUT
BUTTER AND NUTELA! They have nutela here, it´s just very expensive and I
havent had peanut butter in like a 1000000000000
years so it was wonderful! Yay for being on a mission in Brazil where
they dont have necessities like peanut butter and 500 different types of
oreos to eat it with... hahaha =]
No but seriously, it´s kind of actually funny how much your
perspective changes being on a mission... Like ok so before my mission I
would stalk all these mission blogs of other sister missionaries down
here in Brazil cuz I really had no idea what to expect... And I remember
one sister in one of her letters was talking about how one night they
had to run home like halfway across their area to get home on time
before 930 after a lesson... and I remember thinking ´ha yeah no. That
better not happen to me/I am never doing that´ and I was like freaking
out about what on earth i had signed up for (definitely not running down
random foreign streets in the dark, righhhht?) weeeeeelll guess who had
to run home this week??? In the rain.... That´s right. This guy. And
you know what?? It was the best I´ve felt on my mission. It was like the
greatest feeling ever. We cut a half an hour walk into 10 minutes and
made it home at exactly 930 and it was wonderful. In that moment it was
the most grateful I have been to be on a mission... I have no idea
why... I was just so happy to be here and having these experiences, even
the experiences that I never thought I would be happy for...
But yeah, so that was cool. But time for a funny story! So
Irma Cida comes out with us to lessons all the time right, and this past
week we go to her house, sit down on her couch, and promptly fall asleep waiting for her to be ready to go... both of us... in like 2
seconds... And I´m pretty sure she told some of the other sisters in the
ward about it and now they are all worried about our health and telling
us we can sleep at their houses during the day if we want and giving us
food and everything which is pretty funny... haha
But yeah I have like no time left! I love you all! Talk to you next week!
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