I saw Hna Robles again! She is so beautiful, and was super
excited to see me again, too! I realized just how busy it is to be enfermera,
we only had a minute or two together and she had to go to a hospital cita. But she's doing great, Hna Estacuy is her new companion and is
wonderful, I love her, and I was able to give Hna Robles a note I wrote with
the little package from my family to her before she took off (thanks family,
that was super thoughtful! I used some of my new pretty sticky notes to write
the translation of what the little tags said and everything, so don't worry
about that) and she was happily surprised to receive that. She later texted (as
they were in the hospital) and said that my note made her cry and that she
loves the gifts from my family. Puchica, I miss her, she's awesome.
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| Hermana Robles! |
In exchange, I got a bag of meds that I then proceeded to hand out to various missionaries so they didn't have to wait until Tuesday for them to come in the Ruta (the mission's inter-area stuff exchange system, kinda like what we use for mailing) and also because she couldn't stay to hand them out herself. Got to visit with all the enfermitos again! Good times.
We woke up early at 5:45 am to get ready and
hop on a bus to head up to SPS to get to the conference on time, we got to the
Terminal (which is a few minutes outside SPS, it's like an airport for buses,
basically, even got a security scanner that you walk through and they X-ray
your bags...although we pick up people on the side of the road while on the
way to the destination, so it's a good thought, at least) and then took a taxi
up to the Benque, getting there literally on the dot. That was pretty
impressive. Found some seats and listened to the conference, talked to a bunch
of people afterwards, and took a taxi back to the Terminal, paid for our
tickets, hopped back on the bus to Santa Cruz, rode for a wonderful 2 hours,
and had lunch in el Parque and ate a hamburger and fries and had a little
strawberry ice cream popsicle. Then did some visits, had dinner, and came back
home. Busy day.
The conference was broadcast from Tegus, so we were able to
watch it. The Comayaguela and Tegucigalpa Missions were there in attendance
with their Mission Presidents and their wives, also Elder Cordon of the
Seventy, President Duncan and his wife, and President Nelson. They all spoke,
and it was wonderful to listen to all that they had to say. I loved hearing
President Nelson, he has a good sense of humor, and made some very good points
that I will learn more about in Personal Study time this coming week. I also
saw some buddies from the Guatemala CCM! E High gave the opening prayer, and I
saw E Ang and Hna Blanchard in the sea of
missionaries over there. That was pretty darn cool. I don't have anyone from my CCM district with
me in my mission, so I was happy to see them again, even though they couldn't
see me. E High's Spanish is much
improved, still can't shake his accent, but he seems to be doing great. I still
have the little card that Hna Blanchard made for me, and E
Ang seemed to be his wonderfully funny self. It's fun to see us being actual missionaries,
and not just in training as little fledglings in the CCM. Made me smile.
In other news, I can testify of conditioning training! Or
whatever it's called in psychology, I honestly think I've forgotten a good
portion of everything I've learned in my education up to this point, whoops.
Hna Robles and I took so many taxis and always contacted the drivers, so as
soon as we hopped in to go back the Terminal, I started talking to the driver
and everything, kinda funny how it started to flow out so smoothly from all
that practice, it had become muscle memory. Weird! And so cool. All of it just
as a normal routine, wait on the corner, hail, haggle over the price, hop in,
start talking, boom. You just did a contact, my friend. Invite them to church,
leave them with a pamphlet to read or a little pass-along card with a link to
watch a Church video, all part of it. I had an awesome trainer, and I have been
taught well. And, of course, it was nice to have such a familiar experience
again in the midst of adjusting to Santa
Cruz , I was happily surprised.
Anyways, last bit of fun and excitement: I made tortillas!
Well, I actually flipped them, as the masa was already made and Estefani was
forming them. But it's hard to flip those little guys, because they were
cooking on a comal, or a sheet of metal over a fire, and you have to
use your fingers, and it's really hot. So I burnt my fingertips a little, but I
should be fine. Everyone was totally confused as to why we don't normally make
tortillas at my home and why I wasn't a pro already at flipping super hot
tortillas on this big metal stove thing. But, I think I did pretty well,
definitely need some more practice. I think it would be a little easier if I
had a knife or spatula or twig or something to lift up the edge, then I could
use my fingers to flip it all over, or just use a spatula, period. Less health
hazards. But that's how we roll here in Honduras !
So yup, good day, excited for Sunday! Good night!
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