June 23, 2014
... at least not here. It sprinkled
the other day and that was super-great because it was in the evening and there
was a breeze and dear goodness it was a beautiful thing!
It's getting hotter but I think I'm
getting used to it. I for sure am being blessed to be able to live, not to
mention work 10-11 hours a day, in this sun. But Hermana Martinez recognized a
big blessing in this: This week more than one person we talked to – one a member
and the other an investigator – had gotten sick because they spent too much
time in the sun. But we're happy and healthy (and tired and sweaty, but hey,
that's la vida misional). We're super-duper being blessed to carry on the work
here, which is incredible and great because this white girl needs all the help
she can get.
Ok, highlights:
-I'm fairly certain I'm close to
mastering sleep walking.
-A less-active member offered us
tattoo sleeves. Not actual tattoos, but the fake ones. We could wear them on
our arms to protect them from the sun. I had to work so hard to keep it
together, the thought of us wearing them ... I'm still laughing.
-All the time people ask me if I
like this fruit or that fruit. And I have no idea what it is. Then they flip out
and say, “What! You've never had this?! Eat this now! And eat lots!!”
-I get great ideas for decorating my
future home, ideas like taping the toilet seats shut, putting a bathroom in
that space under the stairs (yes, like where Harry Potter lived), and having a
bunch of clocks in different parts of your house but none of them working and
all of them stopped at different times. I heart Mexico. :)
-When a member tried to include me
in the conversation and asked me if Colorado had any special food, I told them,
"We have Rocky Mountain Oysters, but I don't know the words to describe
them in Spanish." You should have seen everyone's face after they Googled
it. Haha! "You've eaten that? Did you like it??! Ok, we use all the parts
of a cow, minus that!" I died laughing.
-There is a Spanish version of Pig Latin,
but you put an “f” in front of every syllable. Weirdest thing ever. Naturally I
want to learn it. After I learn Spanish, that is.
-What I need for my training is an
episode of 'The District' where they talk to a stubborn old Catholic woman.
-We had a Father's Day party this
week and as a treat we had Tacos de Cabeza. Yes, head tacos. The meat was from
the head of a pig. I asked my companion three or four times if it REALLY was
from a pig. It really was. And it was delicious.
-Being “adjusted to the heat” means
you're used to sweating all the time.
-DELICIOUS SUMMER FOOD! Ok, this is
super-easy and super-wonderful. Buy seedless grapes. Wash and dry said seedless
grapes. Freeze the seedless grapes. Enjoy this frozen deliciousness. You're
welcome.
-Cockroaches are immortal. Yesterday
we had one in the bathroom. Fortunately it was in the door so I could do this:
Then I cut off the head with
scissors. Here's the best part: For several HOURS after I cut off the head, the
Legs, Kept, MOVING! Like it was still trying to run away!! EW!!
-Or new apartment is great but it
lacks a few things. Like spoons. And forks. And butter knives. So this is how I
spread my peanut butter:
Ghetto fabulous. Rustic. Dangerous.
Call it what you will, I'll have some interesting habits to break when I get
home. Oh, and my comp eats cereal with that.
Miracle!! OK, I feel like most of
the time we have to work and wait, and hope and just have faith (oh, and sweat
lots) before we can see miracles, but yesterday was an exception! As we were
walking, Hermana Martinez said "I'm hungry." I replied, "Me,
too." And then there was a mango on the sidewalk in front of us. It's
early for mangos, but this baby was ready and had fallen from the tree earlier
and was just waiting to feed a couple of hungry sister missionaries. :D
Have a fantastic week everyone!
Hermana Anderson
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