We finally were able to pull off our first missionary activity this Friday. It went fantastically. We played volleyball and had a surprise water balloon fight (felt amazing!!!). We got to meet lots of the wards friends and it was a blast. The little old woman who starred in our Christmas sketch pulled hermana Tourtillott aside and told her that she made her a birthday cake.She hid it in the kitchen for us to find after because there wasn't enough for everyone. Well we did, and found a little surprise in it. A cockroach and a pretty big one too. We were screaming and I hit the pan really hard to get it to leave. It left, but ran straight into hna tourtillotts book bag. She was scared and didn't want to touch it, so I grabbed it and flung it as hard as I could to the other side of the room (I apologized later for not treating her scriptures very nicely) and the cockroach scurried out and I was screaming and yelled to the little kid who was close to me to kill it. He did so, and we took the cake home and ate a little bit of it. yea i know, disgusting and the cake wasn't even that good anyways.
This week there was a crazy storm, and it started with a dirt storm. Well, the area I am in is all dirt roads. So when the winds are coming, dust and dirt gets in your eyes like crazy. At one point we were getting pelted so hard with little rocks that we ran and hid behind a dumpster for safety. We had to stay there for like 5 mins till it cleared up. After we were completely covered in dirt, we actually finally looked latina!
I saw the most incredible thing this week. We were contacting in this new neighborhood that we found in Roldán, our other pueblo. As we were walking this lady calls us to come over and we stop and talk to her for a while and invite her to come to church. She was super nice, but get this. Her house was COMPLETELY, and I mean completely and totally, made of pop bottles.Like the 2 liter 7-up bottles. There were easily 3,000 bottles in total. I wish I could describe it fully. The house was sand and pop bottles. JUST. BOTTLES.
I fulfilled one of my mission dreams yesterday. We were teaching this man and he struggles with smoking. He was telling us how it is hard for him and he has quit before, but relapsed. We spent a long time talking about he atonement, and at the end he pulls out his pack of cigarettes and begins tearing one. OK, this sounds weird, but one of my mission goals was to walk out of a house with tons of beer and pour it all out, or rip up a bunch of cigarettes, or something like that after someone says they will stop. So as he was tearing the first one I said "give those to me" he didn't believe me at first, but I took the package and hna tourtillott and I began tearing them up to shreds. IT FELT SO GOOD! I was so happy for him to take that big step, and to also see that God cares about us and knew that was something I was dying to do my whole mission.
Susanna and Diego (the wonderful family from San Nicolas) came to visit me yesterday in Funes!!! It was so nice of them! Esp since they live 50 mins away. Yhey came and they bought me a t-shirt that says "I love running" hahaha they know me too well. It made me absolutely thrilled to see them.
Ookkk i think that is it. The mish is FLYING so fast. I hit 14 months tomorrow. Yikes, where has time gone. Its been the greatest though.
*****I MUST ADD THIS NOTE--I have received many, many, many letters from all of you. THANK YOU. Unfortunately, I have not written many letters in response in a while. Firstly, it costs 9 pesos ($2) to send, and that's a bit pricey as it adds, and secondly, I never have time on P-day to write. But I hope you read this and know that these are things I would say back to you all, and I love you all dearly. Seriously, and I'll bring back an alfajore for every letter that I get from someone that I don't write back. That is a promise.
LES QUIERO
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