This week we had a lesson with a cute 11 year old girl in the front room of her house. About half way through her Dad and brothers walked in. They hauled in big bags of fishing nets, and a hanful of fishing poles, and another big bag of who knew what. They dropped it all on the ground, ripped open one of the bags, and pulled out HUGE catfishes. They were the biggest fishes I have ever seen. They were about the size of a ....................
The Dad would pull one out, hold it up in the air for a second, while his family would all shout (there are like 15 or 16 of them)....."heyyy" and then he would dramitically throw the fish into the sink. He pulled out 2 monster catfishes and dozens of other medium sized fishes. I think they sell them, but it was a solid reminder in case I could ever forget that I am living right on the Parana river.
In the mission right now we are doing what is called "Plan de Revolucion" where we go through a series of steps to be led and guided by the Spirit to know which sector of our area we should contact, which streets, and at what time. We contact for at least an hour, and the goal is to reach 500 baptisms as a mission by the end of April. President calls it a process to receive a reference from the Lord, and its true. We have met lots of incredible people lately.
I saw a man mow his lawn with a macheti (sp?) the other day. It looked painfully back breaking and time consuming, but he was just cutting away little by little. And I dont know if I have mentioned this before or not, but cough drops are sold in the candy section, because people actually eat them like candy here. The flavor menthol is a sweet here, but for me I cant do it. It tastes like sickness to me.
And we got slammed with rain this last week. So much mud......everywhere!!!! On Sunday it was the weirdest of all. It would rain hurricane hard with tons of wind, for about 5 minutes and then it would stop for like 10 minutes, and then start up again raining super hard with tons of wind. It went back and forth a few times.
Yesterday we contacted a man who is 100% German. He moved to Argentina as a little boy with his parents to escape WWII. We meet lots of people with European descendents, but he is the first who is all the way European.
And yesterday on our way home people were lighting off fireworks and honking their horns and and yelling like crazies in the streets. A member told us its because a soccer game was going on, and a group of people must of been excited because their favorite team one. It made me wonder what its going to be like here in July when the world cup is going on, and then I decided that I dont actually want to know what its going to be like. We are still a ways out from the World Cup, and people are already starting to go nuts. Im hoping that the U.S. has a really crappy team and gets beat, it would keep everything here a little more peaceful for me. I wonder what its like in Chile? People are going crazy too?
I am thrilled to watch conference this upcoming weekend. Its true, conference is something that connects us all together all at the same time. Thanks for the stories from your talk Dad.......they are really good and I am most certainly going to print them. I love reading everyones letters each week. Im glad everyone is doing well and enjoying life. This week your letters really got me laughing. A nice lady trying to save a baby only to find out it was a cat, avoiding teen dances, noticing all the flowers that are blooming except in MN, offering to drink Taco Bell sauce just to get sick......ha youre all crazy! At least you have all kept your senses of humor.
Just so you know, we stand outside the doors as missionaries too, waiting for everyone to go in. All 6 of us missionaries. Sometimes we have to go pick someone up and walk with them, but most Sundays we try to be by the doors to welcome members and be ready to show investigators where to go. Its cool that you do the same thing too!
Thanks for sending a package, Im excited to wait for it! Ha.....its sort of a bummer that food cant come in, I love getting American food in the mail, but until then I will enjoy whatever other treasures you were able to put in there!
I hope you all know how much I love you and pray for you! I love you more than the number of puddles I walked through this week! (it was at least a million)
Hermana Withers
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