The branch I'm serving in here is super small, and so it's really hard to get the members interested/participating in member-missionary work. There just aren't enough of them. I think we could go through every family in just a week and a half if one of the members came out with us every day. If not less. But they are all fantastic people. There would be lots more if all of the less-active members were more active. But lots of them work on Sunday. Because they need to. I don't know how many people I have met that I wonder why they don't come to church. And almost always it is because they work.
¿Adivinen quĂ©? (Or something like that... It is supposed to say "Guess what.")
I learned how to make tortillas!!!!! I have two pictures to share. The first one is all the tortillas we made.
And the second one is of me and Hermana Sanchez, who taught us how to make them.
The tortilla I'm holding was, most likely, not made by me because it is perfect. It is the right size and not torn or deformed in any way. But hey, I'm not that bad considering it was my first time.
We have been teaching an investigator whose name is Sulema. On our last visit, her husband/boyfriend wasn't there (they aren't married but they live together and have two kids) but another man who sometimes lives there with them was there for the appointment. And he was very drunk. (My companion says that he was drunk the other time he was there, too.) In any case, he was super creepy. He kept interrupting the lesson and asking if I was married or single. And then he kept saying: Me gusta tu, me gusta tu. Which more or less means: I lust after you. GEHHHH. And that's not the only thing. When my companion and I are walking down the street, looking for the right house, sometimes there are men drinking outside. (Usually, they are already drunk.) And they wolf-whistle at us aaalllll the time.
I think there must be something wrong with drunk people's eyesight. Or maybe they are all desperate. Because, really...
Everybody thinks I'm the senior companion and that Hermana Newman is the newbie. It was really funny because we met a boy who we all thought was at least 17 or 18 but was really only 15. He guessed that Hermana Newman had 17 years (she has 21). And then he guessed that I had 30, probably saw my face and dropped it to 25.
I will e-mail you more pictures next week. These photos were taken by my companion. There's something wrong with my card reader. It will read my companion's card, but not mine. So, next week, when I have bought a new card reader, the cheapest I can find, I will send more pictures.
Con amor,
Hermana Crotzer




