WORK VISIT IN PUENTE PIEDRA! Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
This pic doesn't actually have anything to do with her work visit in Puente Piedra, but I couldn't find another place in the email that it made sense… so…here is Hermana Hewitt highlighting the odd taste that school children in Peru have in their backpacks!
Hermana Francisca is still the sisters' pensionist and she saw Hermana Villatoro and I walking the calle on Wednesday night and yelled. She ran up to greet me and we hugged and she cried (tears streaming down her cheeks) and kissed my neck four times. Her sister Patty also hugged me and cried, just a little bit less exaggeratedly, and Hermana Villatoro looked at me like...
What did you do here?
Fun stuff. Puente has changed a lot since I left, but the sisters are still living in that awesome yellow room with that awesome giant Batman window! And it still has the plastic "Happy Holidays" door hanger that Hermana Moody's mom sent us last November. Also the Halloween light. Also some of my gel pens. I wanted to steal one that I had been using to mark scriptures about baptism...but I didn't do it.
WAY TO RESIST TEMPTATION HERMANA HEWITT.
But I learned a lot. Hermana Villatoro just arrived from the San Salvador East mission (anybody know Elder Lincoln Wyatt? He's there and she tooootally knows him!) and she has nine months on the mission. She is a rocket! What a work ethic. I learned a ton from her and we have been working even harder this week.
Lots and lots and lots of contacting. I have gotten to be a half-baked expert. I actually enjoy contacting once I get started. It always leaves me feeling better.
Lots and lots and lots of rejections. IT'S OKAY. We keep going.
Several lectures to myself on patience. I struggled with that this week.
We are practicing teaching a lot with my compy comp. We did a practice of extending the baptismal invitation and resolving doubts, and the Spirit was so strong when Hermana Do Santos practiced teaching me! I cried! She is so awesome. I LOVE MY COMPANION.
We were invited to teach a 91-year-old woman. Very Catholic. Very deaf. When my companion didn't yell loud enough the sister pointed at her and said LOOK I ALREADY TOLD YOU, YOU HAVE TO TALK LOUD. Poor Hermana Do Santos looked like she was about to cry. I have never yelled a prayer before (apart from that one time in my sleep) but I did that day. Also the woman's middle-aged daughter just told her mom that I am Barbie in the flesh. Some other lady who passed me on the street called me Barbie a few days later too. I think my hair is getting longer and people are getting blinder.
I GOT MY FIRST DOG BITE!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh I can't even tell you how accomplished I felt! Goodness gracious heavens to Betsy it scared the bajeezers out of me and I walked at least 20 feet away from every dog I saw the rest of the day but IT FINALLY HAPPENED! He didn't even bark. Just watched me as we passed and then creeped in like a sly turtle in the warm water on a dark night and snapped at my Achilles. It only bled a little bit. If I get rabies you'll be informed.
Also! Our ward mission leader gave us some EXTREMELY delicious Peruvian hot chocolate in our coordination meeting and I downed ALMOST all of it before I found a pretty little worm at the bottom of my mug. Poor Hermano Villalobos was so embarrassed! I just laughed and tried not to pass out.
Hahaha also my companion and I read that awesome talk from President Kimball "Close Your Hearts" and discussed how we can better focus on the mission. It wasn't really a problem...but I am me and I felt like a sinner when I read that we should not allow EVEN ONE LITTLE ROMANTIC THOUGHT enter our minds. So that was my goal for the rest of the week. I feel like Heavenly Father was trying to be funny when He decided to influence all of our ward leaders to share messages about eternal marriage in church yesterday. I wanted to die! Mostly l just tuned it all out and thought about our investigators.
Maybe Lex could take a lesson from Elder Larsen who went to this extreme to protect the virtue of his thoughts when inappropriate music was being played where they were eating lunch! Go Elder Larsen! :-)
Do you all think I am pathetic?
I won't be offended if you say yes.
Does anyone besides my parents even read this?
If not...well...love ya, parents!
Hermana Hewitt
I read this always!
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