I ALMOST went to the temple this week! Haha dang it I am in despair. We had to go to La Molina (same district as the temple) for immigrations two days in a row. Hanging out in Interpol. Represent.
Also, my companion wears glasses and lost hers in her old area so we had to go buy some on Tuesday. The sweetest young couple owns the glasses shop! But they don't live in our area so we can't teach them! ARRRGGGHHHH however I do try and exercise charity so we are going to give the reference to the elders in their area. They had better baptize that family.
With Hermana Do Santos
Anyway. While we were checkin out lenses, a small woman in a red sweater came and stood square in the front of the store, spit hard on the sidewalk to her right, and stared at me until I looked at her. I smiled and said Buenos días. She sneered at me and asked, "Are you a man or a woman?"
I was a bit stunned. I looked down at my long skirt, my jacket, my pretty scarf, and touched the end of my braid. Well...I am pretty certain I am a woman, and I am pretty certain I look like one too. Without really processing as I should have, I smiled again and asked, "What do you think?"
She began her rampage. Apparently there was a gringo man searching for her because he wanted to be with her, but she didn't care if I was this man or if I was someone else. She was there to tell me what a horrible person I am for being white and having the nerve to show my face in public in a third world country. I haven't ever heard such awful accusations as the ones that followed! At first I was trying to point to my plaque and say look lady I am a missionary but my companion grabbed my hand and shook her head. Thankfully, our new friend in the glasses store asked the woman to dismiss herself and I just tried to back away and not look at her. We continued with the process of choosing and buying glasses and she waited outside for about half an hour before finally retiring.
I WAS ON EDGE ALL DAY LONG.
But at least I know that I don't REALLY look like a man.
… or does she? Thanks Uncle Jared and Aunt Sue for the "lip sweater"!
It's all good in this neighborhood.
We had the choice opportunity to talk in sacrament yesterday. On Father's Day.
WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT TO ME.
I was a mess on the pulpit. Mom, Dad, why did you make me such a crybaby?
All we're going to say is that I love my daddy, I love my stepdaddy, I love worthy priesthood holders, and I love my Heavenly Father. Thank you, all good men in my life. Keep being excellent fathers.
We've got a couple baptisms up to bat this week! Passed their interviews and super excited. :) Also we are going to work for 10 fechas! Keep Hermana Hewitt and Hermana Do Santos in your prayers!
I love you all and wish you éxito, esperanza, y ánimo.
Hermana Hewitt
OH P.S. Quote of the Week:
Ummm there are two. One was Elder Feller, our Argentinian Health Secretary. Somebody helping him with English taught him the incorrect name for the pound (#) sign on a cell phone. He started giving me someone's number and said, "Okay... Sister Aliaga's number is...hashtag 9546..."
Also, an investigator, Elena, was talking about her hard life and a fly zoomed past my face. As I swatted it away, she grumbled, "The fly, that BARBARIAN!"
I hope those actually are funny things. The mission makes me think EVERYTHING is funny. Therefore, I am happy!
With Hermana Pinto
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