Hello again! Still here, in Perú, being a missionary, making mistakes, occasionally conquering the bands of death through the Atonement of Jesus Christ. No big deal.
I don't really know why people like to touch my face so much. I think my mother is sending my companion and the children and elderly ward members of Perú subliminal messages to flick my Who nose and pinch my chubby face. (I most certainly am NOT… although I do love her "Who nose" I think of it more as a marshmallow nose and prefer to squish, not flick, it!)
IT'S EXHAUSTING THANKS MOM MISS YOU TOO (Smooch!)
We went to the hospital...
again <3
pobrecita Hermana Jaramillo has a throat infection. But she's getting better with the help of Marvelous Modern Medicine.
Anybody have any ideas for what I can teach the young single adults in our ward how to cook? I have forgotten what American food is. All I can remember is my mother's salmon, fruit salad, and steamed broccoli. Oh I'm gonna cry. (These are the tender mercies of motherhood!)
There is a very large, overintelligent Spaniard in our ward. He is whiter than me and speaks gorgeous Spanish. He is also really happy and was once a very well known athlete. He met his adorable wife through internet and they are married and sealed in the temple. I like meeting rare people.
Speaking of which, we contacted a lovely mother and son in the street the other day. They were searching for an ostrich or a dinosaur or something behind a huge fence. The mommy asked us what we do for a living. We talked to her about the gospel. What's the difference between your church and others? SO GLAD YOU ASKED we have the priesthood power of God which blesses families through the ordenances and principles of the gospel of Jesus Christ! Huh interesting. And so what does your church have to offer me?
She literally asked that.
SO GLAD YOU ASKED! The answer to your question is....
SALVATION.
My companion almost burst laughing when I told our new friend that we have her salvation. But I'm not one to lie, nor deny the truth. So we might as well be honest.
Also, I think there are tiny shrieking rats which live in the ceiling of our chapel. Potentially could be the ceiling fans. But probably they're shrieking rats.
EE EE EE EE
(Yes, I realize she said "shrieking rats" not "singing rats", but anyone who knows me knows that I have a REAL ISSUE with mice & rats - particularly shrieking ones, so I choose to add a pic of a SINGING rat and since I'm in charge of the blog for the time being, I'm going to exercise my pejorative!)
Oh hey Hermana Moody just told me that they might also be baby pigeons dying. But that is grotesque.
We're not certain.
I love you all. If you feel charitable, I am in the dormant season where I don't bite the heads off people who send me letters.
Hermana Hewitt
Ahaha oh yeah! So I'm sorry I have been such a loser and haven't included a quote of the week for like half my mission now. Probably because I don't speak much English anymore and it's hard to make funny things in Spanish, funny in English.
But we were expecting a less active family to come to church yesterday, and they didn't. We went to their house in the afternoon to see what had happened and their 7-year-old son was playing outside. We asked what was up, and he told us that his parents (padres) had taken a long time in getting ready for church but NOT TO WORRY, they would be on their way soon! Hating to burst his bubble, we explained that church had already ended and that there were no more meetings until next Sunday. He looked at us, mouth wide open, astounded, and then threw his arms up in the air and yelled, "AY, MI PADRE!"
And then ran up the stairs to start screaming at his dad to come outside and explain himself to the sister missionaries.
He is one of the valiant.
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