It really wasn’t that intense… the worst that happened is no one was home all week. So we had along week of walking in streets deprived of anyone sober and with a family. Lots of people invited us to revisit them. Follow ups yet to bring much results.
We met one guy that was really cool, name is Sebastian. He told us he doesn’t really like religion because none of the pastors are straightforward and only talk about what makes people feel light and happy. Never something that makes people want to change and be better. So during our first lesson with him we watched a talk by Elder Holland. He invited us back for Tuesday just before (someone, him or a friend of his?) goes in for Chemotherapy.
I was worried Antonio died this week! I didn’t see him all week, but ran into him Sunday morning as he was preparing to leave again. It is quite worrying when you are an older gentleman who lives about 500 miles away from any family.
Speaking Portuguese easily now. It comes naturally.
The buses continue to make me sick. I threw up this morning on the bus. I hate them; back to losing weight. I need to somehow acquire a leather punch and start punching holes in my belt.
How are things at home? I keep hearing hearsay about terrorist attacks in Belgium, one of our investigators told us she heard about a football field in the US that was bombed. Please tell me!
Love you all hope you are all safe, please write me!