Mormons, Elders, and JWs.

It has been a while since I last wrote. Days are busy and time seems to go by quickly. A couple weeks ago Mr. and Mrs. Gibbons, a couple single lady missionaries and I had lunch over at Beatrize's house. Her 95 year old husband made us Italian. He fought in a couple wars and is pretty spry for a 95 year old man. He made the biggest thing of lasagna I have ever seen/eaten for that many people. Apparently, they really enjoyed that time because Beatrize said we should do it once a month(surprising and awesome!).

   That afternoon we(me, Kristi, and Danny) went to the Plaza to drink some Maté with Rocio (one of the girls from church). We had fun chillen and taking pictures. On our walk back to drop Rocio off we were walking downtown looking at the shops and heard some guys who looked absolutely like they were from the States. Why did we know this you ask....ahem. Well, they wore white shirts and dress pants and were Mormons. So Danny made the first move and went over and talked to them. I think they were happy to speak English with some people. We talked for a while and they asked us our names so we told them. However, when we asked them theirs all they did was point to their badge that said, "Elder **insert their last name**".  Kinda strange to say the least. I mean usually people would exchange first names, but whatever. They asked us where we lived so they could invite us to play bball with them...in which case none of us figured they would come and ask us. We were wrong though, because last Sunday they stopped by to ask. For those of you wondering....the answer was no. They kinda stopped by at a bad time. I mean they were knocking on the doors of the neighbors spreading their religion when everyone and their mom (well, except for us) take siestas.
Church was the next day and then Friday some girls(Flava and Salvana) who are around my age came over. It was just me and them after Mrs. Gibbons left and Kristi and Danny were in the other room. True test of my Spanish skills. They stayed for a while and we drank Maté and tried to communicate with each other. I had lifelines in the other room so whenever we were totally confused or should I say when I was totally confused I would yell for some help. After that we went with the rest of the youth group to Rocio's house to have pizza and just hang out. We had fun taking pics and goofing
off..although it was kinda hard to follow conversation when all of them would talk at once. LOL.

                                                       Me and Rocio
Saturday night the Valettes came up from Uruguay to visit for a little vacation. We took the kids to the plaza in the morning and there was a baptism at church that night. The teens then went downtown for some wicked sweet ice cream from Trapani. Rocio and Brian pointed to stuff and told me what it was in Spanish the whole night..I learned a lot of new vocabulary. Rocio and I had more of a conversation on the way to drop her off at her house. OH. ALMOST FORGOT. We  were outside before the service started on Sunday and a JW stopped to talk to us about his religion. We were legit right in front of the church building and it was obvious that we go there. I guess we are now magnets for that kinda stuff.

We went to the Zoo this last Tuesday with everyone and had some fun times petting..yes petting baby tigers and for some baby lions. We also rode a camel and the little kids rode the elephant. It was kind of like a petting zoo. The owner must've liked ducks because there were like hundreds of ducks just like walking around and chillen...hundreds might be an exaggeration...might be.We also ate at McDonalds.  Good news on the way back though...we stopped off at the new Walmart that was just opened in September.

Church again on Thursday...I did a little praying in Spanglish. Friday we went to Diagos house to swim and Saturday Rocio came over to watch a couple movies. I also went with Mr. and Mrs. Gibbons to Silvana and Flavas house and drank Maté with them and their parents. Youth group was also that night...played some soccer and volleyball.
Phew. I caught you all up and myself up on the last couple weeks. Keep praying!

 

Mmm....Maté. I even learned how to make it.