Well, Hermana Moody and I have been going through a rough spot in our companionship. I always try to get her to be happy, and she always tries to get me to stop being a child. SOOO basically, the subject of this carta is what happens when an unstoppable force collides with an immovable object.
#Justkiddingshereallyisn'tabusiveandI'monlyachildonTuesdays
So we finally moved into our white castle! There's a giant window with bars over it to keep us from dying or escaping and every night the moon casts a pattern over our beautiful tile floor which makes me feel like I'm part of a Batman movie.
I LOVE IT
Our first night in this new neighborhood, Hermana Moody decided to contact the little old lady who wears giant Rasta beanies and always yells, "HELLO BABY!" at us when we pass by on our way to appointments. BAD CHOICE. She told us the same story about her family who lives in the selva about six different times. But hey, now we have a cool friend that knows about four words in English (Good Morning is a popular phrase as well).
Oh yeah, and there was a 5.8 earthquake on Monday as well. It shook our house. And then stopped. And then shook our house again. And only knocked over a few things. But definitely TERRIFIED every Peruvian in the street. Tremors are quite regular here, but they still leap to the Second Coming the moment their feet feel a little shaky. Ah well.
Speaking of Latino drama, the youngling "A" (from a family who we visit and adore; he and his sisters don't have permission from their father in Spain to get baptized but are still a part of the ward and everybody loves them) came home on the arms of two of his school friends the other day. His ankle was the size of a cantaloupe and purple as an angry Russian. He lay on the couch and wailed for a good half hour while his aunt basically ran around screaming and cooking lunch and shaking like that earthquake. We calmed them both down and got the story out of him. Apparently a chubby kid fell on his leg while they were playing soccer and somethin' went kersnap. So now "A" has a cast and crutches, and his aunt and mother have successfully avoided perpetual trauma (again).
Welp, we haven't gotten to move our water heater yet, and the temperature has been WAY down this week, and everybody is passing around an ugly cold, so it overtook me yet again. I like the cold outside (trust me, it is a hundred times better than blazing heat and humidity) but I don't really appreciate it getting inside my throat and nose. I hope this Thanksgiving you all gave thanks for indoor plumbing and heat. Wear a scarf and eat a Christmas orange!
On that note, we are doing a 25 Days of Christmas thing with "A" and his family. Each day we are doing something different to come closer to Jesus Christ. Yesterday, we had 1 ayuno (fast) for whatever we needed. Today we have 2 sincere prayers, and the list goes on. This week we are doing different actions, next week we are developing Christlike attributes together, the third week we are going to focus on different scriptures, and the last couple days we haven't quite mapped out yet. But I am really excited! And Hermana Moody's ma sent us 25 Hershey's kisses each to eat each day. HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO THE GRINGAS
Speaking of awkward gringa moments...
My skirt flew over my head as I was hanging up a sign in front of the church for a conference held by an organization which helps abused women and spreads the word about the proper way to show respect to the female gender. They are great people. I don't think they appreciated my mishap too much...thankfully nobody was passing on the street so only the director of the organization saw. She held my skirt down for me as I finished putting up the sign....
A man proposed to us for his son. We were contacting their family, and he asked us if we were single. Uhmmmmm yes. Well, he's single too! (pointing to his 30-something-year-old son "J", who stood in the doorway and raised his eyebrows at us.) Welp. Thanks.
We left a lesson in a sketchier area at night, and found that we were surrounded by Testigos de Jehovah. They were on a blitz, a big group of them knocking on every door in the neighborhood. We cheerfully greeted them and I contained myself from making too many jokes involving my newly-invented phrase, "Night of the Living Christians."
We washed our laundry in our little sink. Socks get really dirty in Perú.
I quite accidentally offended the girl who we just got a fecha bautismal with. We were all full of the Spirit and excitement when "M" and her sister "G" accepted to be baptized on the 14th of December, and then their younger sister told "M" jokingly that she could wear her bikini! I laughed and said, "Nah, we don't want to see any of that!" Everybody else laughed...except "M". She walked out of the room and then came back really quiet. Buuuuuut she did come to church the next day and doesn't seem to hate me too bad. Meta for this week: THINK BEFORE YOU SPEAK, HERMANA HEWITT
Also. We took a taxi to Lima to pick up a package for Hna Moody early this morning, then took a bus all the way back up here to our district leader's area for internet. On the bus for about 15 minutes there were two men who played this INCREDIBLE Incan music. Like, with this old drum and a thing kind of like a guitar and one of those wood flute things. And I was just so, so, so happy. We bought their music, and I'm pretty sure the flutist and I are in love now.
#JustkiddingI'mnotabadmissionaryeventhoughHnaMoodywilltellyouIamIjustreallylikedthemusic
Happy Holidays to all! Take time to thank your Heavenly Father for the Atonement and life of Jesus Christ.
Lots of love,
Hermana Hewitt
OH YES
My companion told me I win quote of the week. Because I definitely forgot what a cleft palate is.
"I feel like one of those children on those sad commercials. Like, the ones with cleft chins."
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