HAPPY FATHER´S DAY PA! They celebrate father`s day here, but it`s
not as big as a deal as mother`s day. Almost no early morning serenades.
The truth is that I forgot until the bishop asked us to take some funny
pictures for him as his gift for father`s day.
I was 100% sure I was going to have transfers this week, but the night
passed and we never got the call. It`s kind of awkward though, because
last night we were walking to a lesson and all the youth that I love
were together and I bid them all farewell (complete with tears. I`m not
the only one that cried. I really love everyone here - they love me
too). And so yeah I`m probably going to see them all again today or
tomorrow so this is going to be awkward. But I love my companion and I
wanna kill her off (missionly speaking) because she only has 2 months
left. We went to the doctor yesterday (we`re so united we got sick
with the same symptoms and everything at the same exact time) and the
doctor told us "it is easily noted that you two get along very well" and
that we were twins with our matching symptoms so he gave us matching
medications and what not. We`re not like gravely ill, we just can`t
shake the colds that we`ve had for the last week and a half, so the
President told us to go to the doctor. He gave us some nyquil-like pills
that have us falling asleep every few minutes so this week is going to
be interesting. We`re a little loopy. I hope this letter makes sense.
President Amaya already gave his last farewell to us. I would send photos
but Hermana Scott assured me that I would look great in her red
lipstick and she was gravely mistaken. So yeah we`re going to
keep those pictures in a nice dark place. But he said lots of things in
his final training that reminded me a lot of the things you guys told me
growing up. Like, he told us that the names of our companions have to
be safe with us (their name is safe in our home!) and obedience with
exactness and there was something else too but I can`t remember.
What else can I tell you? Me and
my companion have been lending service. My only pair of jeans is now
covered with four colors of paint. I like how here, if you want to paint
the outside of your house (where lives 5 men and one women) bright
pink, that is a-okay and not tacky at all. I can`t figure out how to
word that sentence right, but you get me right? I am having severe
issues remembering English....
THE GOVERNMENT WANTS TO KIDNAP US. A lady came up to us and asked
for all of our information, she told us that she worked for the Valencia
government offices and that the president wanted all of the information
about teh foreigners currently living in Valencia. She didn`t have
identification and it was super sketchy, but she made us come with her
to her office and give her our names. We may or may not have lied to a
government official because we told her that we were new here and we
didn`t know our address (Hermana Flores didn`t know, but I did, but
there was no way I was telling her) and that as missionaries we don`t
have email or telefonos (which we do), so we just gave her the address
of the mission home in Guayaquil. And then she started asking us about
the other hermanas in Valencia and we told her we didn`t know anything
about them because seriously the whole situation was super sketchy, and
then we called the other hermanas and told them that if some sketchy
lady starts asking them about their names and passports and addresses
and all that jazz, tell her that you don`t have phones and all that
stuff so then our lies can at least be coherent. Luckily we`ve both seen
Taken and we already have planned out what we`re going to do if someone
breaks into our house to kidnap us and sell us to drug lords. We also
told our lideres de zona.
I really love everything right now. Our zone is fantastic, my zone
leaders are some of my favorite people ever, we made ourselves some
t-shirts and everything. Everything is great. Every night when we give
our daily report they ask us how our companionship is and they already
know that our companionship is perfect, so I told them that we have huge
fights and yell at each other in front of investigators and that
Hermana Flores hits me so they think I`m funny.
This computer isn`t reading my memory card, so I can`t send pictures. I`ll have to do it next week.
This week was pretty great too because not once for lunch did they
serve us pasta with a side of rice. There is seriously nothing worse
than pasta with rice so I`m happy. Also, today is going to be a good day
because I`m going to buy myself a jalapeño hamburger. Wooo!
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