Milwaukee

Hey, so Dad mentioned last week that he discovered a blog of an Elder Harrington. Well, turns out that Elder served here not too long ago, and (as I found out when the Assistants visited the other week) he just passed thru my first area in Bauru. Funny Cowinkydink, eh?

We’re still chugging along here. We had a baptism this last Saturday, a lady that Elder Fr. and the last Elder had been teaching. It was pretty cool. As our chapel is not actually a real chapel, (it’s an old motel) it lacks a baptismal font, so we have to use this big pool thingy. All the little kids that showed up with their parents got all excited and wanted to dive in. It was good, because the lady that got baptized (named C.) was pretty uncertain even after the baptismal interview. She comes from a really strong Catholic background, and was unsure about leaving some things behind. But during the service, she said that she really felt sure about what she was doing.

Another highlight is that I ran into an American family. (Only the 2nd time that’s happened, for the record.) We travel to the city of Osvaldo Cruz every other week for district meeting with the other two Elders, and us four we’re walking and doing some contacts. One guy, who wasn’t too interested, pointed to a house nearby and told us to go knock there, as “some American dude from Millie-waky lives there” (Turns out he was trying to say Milwaukee). Upon knocking, the lady that answered turned out to be the wife of the guy that lived there, who turned out to be a ... minister. And, despite the presence of a fellow countryman, she was none too happy to here about our message. (Interesting teaching the gospel in English. I haven´t done that yet on my mission) After being told about 20 times to read the Bible, my brief but interesting teaching session in English ended. My comp. commented that he kinda felt how new Americans must feel, as he just stood there with a smile on his face while I talked. I almost laughed out loud while she was trying to burn us in English, because she kept talking to my district leader, (a blond, white guy who everybody mistakes for an American, but who speaks almost no English) and he just kept nodding and saying things like “ah yes” and “uh huh” to look like he was understanding. Heh, not our finest moment.

Zone Conference is this week, so on Friday we´ll be off to the city of Presidente Prudente. My thanks in advance to any and everybody who still writes me, despite my fairly low out-put of mail. (to all those who have sent a letter, please know that I´m trying to respond ASAP. Unfortunately, letter writing makes me quite tired, and very often I fall asleep either due to lack of sleep or sheer boredom of writing about my own life.)

Sáll for now kids.

´till next time.

-Me