May 30, 2015
Saturday! Or Sabado, in Spanish. Lunes, martes, miercoles, jueves, viernes, sabado, domingo are the days of the week, starting with Monday, and the names of the days aren't capitalized, nor the months of the year, either: enero, febrero, marzo, abril, mayo, junio, julio, agosto, septiembre, octubre, noviembre, diciembre. Kinda neat, huh?
Today we helped that family move that we cleaned the house for on Tuesday, so that was fun, had lots of memories of all our moves as a family, and of my apartment hopping at BYU... good times! This style of moving was more of a pick-up-something-and-put-it-in-the-truck-bed type of activity, so that was also an adventure, had to take a few trips to get everything in the new house. But afterwards we had lunch with them, and it was delicious, we had spaghetti and rice and a giant, half liter mug of passion fruit juice with a chunk of ice as big as my fist, no kidding. I happen to like passion fruit juice, so that was a wonderful treat. And as a side note, we eat a lot of rice here, like, half your plate is rice. We tend to have a carb-heavy diet when we eat with people, so at home we eat lighter, more proteins, and more fruits and veggies, helps balance everything. Everyone's amazed I haven't gained 10 lbs even though I eat a lot, I hope to continue the trend! Hna thinks the secret is to eat slowly, since I normally eat at the pace of a turtle... slow and steady wins the race, right?
Also, fun fact, we tend to teach a majority of our lessons outside the houses of the people, whether on the porch or standing outside the gate or sitting on the ground in the dusty dirt (which is really fun in a skirt), so we can see all around us and have the cars pass us and kids running around and yelling, and the soccer games, and hear the birds singing, and wind blowing our hair around and the sun shining down (really hard) on us. Also we don't knock on the doors, we call "buenas!" and whatever name of the person we're looking for, and sometimes rattle the lock on the gate. And then wait, and yell again, and wait, and if after about 10 mins of yelling and rattling and waiting they don't come out, we call their cell phone, and then if they don't answer after 2 calls we go visit the back up plan person. That happens a lot, but the yelling of "buenas!" is kinda fun, the waiting part, not so much.
So, cool experience of the day, we were starting to contact a less-active family whose house had burned down some time ago, so they lived in another little house in the same property, just towards the back of it, and the portón (the wrought iron, chain-link and concrete fence-gate thing that every house has... not my favorite thing in the world, but it's to help protect their homes and families, so it's a good thing, I guess, also why we don't knock doors, we yell... in Brazil you clap your hands, according to Angie) was so damaged it didn't exist, so we did the whole yelling thing and out came Carol and she invited us "in" the property, so we started talking with her, and I felt the phone buzz in my backpack pouch (since I'm in charge of the area phone) and it was Danny, one of the youths that usually comes on visits with us, but since we were talking I didn't answer. And then, not 2 minutes later, lo and behold he came around the corner of the street we were in and joined the lesson and shared his wonderful testimony. Afterwards he told us he was coming from the church from a meeting and felt like he should be in the lessons we would have today, so he tried calling us to meet up, and then he felt that he should turn down the street where we ended up being, even though he had never gone down that way before. So that was pretty neat, he's a good guy. I think he's sending in his mission papers next week, and Tesla (who also comes with us a lot) should receive her call next week, too, yay! There's a lot of good youth in this ward.