We are working on getting him a Home Teacher. I think I have exactly 4 weeks before I will probably be transferred. We need to get him confirmed, ordained, and sent to the temple. Only problem is he works six days a week and gets home late. He only has Sunday off. We will work on convincing him on going to the temple with us one afternoon. We also need to teach him how to use a cell phone; he keeps buying a new cell phone battery each time his dies
It was my first time to actually be in the water. Unfortunately I did not get to use my baptism pants. I wasn’t thinking about it until the day of, they do not fit anymore. But I will take them to a sister in the ward who can adjust the waistline.
The Ward mission leader and the Bishop are really nice to Antonio. The Bishop would like the members to fellowship him. My companion and I are assigned to talk next week. Our topic is Fellowshipping and exercising Christ-like attributes.
I do find it interesting when members talk a ton about helping the missionary work and whenever we schedule to leave with them they never show up, but João Vitor the guy they throw out of their sacrament meetings leaves with us for an entire day and doesn’t ask for anything. He leaves the house without food or a coat, or long pants, or shoes for that matter. We bought him dinner that night and found him an old coat.
He is the victim of: never going to school. We are trying to teach him how to read. He still has problems with M and N, but he’s slowly getting the hang of it. I have a surprising amount of patience now.
What sandwiches I eat here? The first and last fast food I bought was at Subway. It is incredibly expensive here. Now I am eating rice in creative ways. Tapioca if I am lucky. Most of the time we get too busy, I don’t think about eating until lunchtime, and then forget about it the rest of the day. I still eat three times a day. A bread roll sometimes or an egg towards the end of the day, not a big meal. Brazilians really only eat Almoço (lunch) and then the rest are like snacks.. Dinner is a piece of bread or cake with some juice.
It is uncommon for someone to be obese here. It is considered a disability like having one less leg. They have reserved seats on buses along with the elderly, pregnant, and military police
Also expensive, Snickers. What do I eat here that is sweet and junk food-ish? Oreos, even the knock offs are expensive. I make sweet tapiocas sometimes with bananas and condensed milk. We have a recent convert of the sisters who is home alone with 5 cats and her sick mother. She loves the missionaries. That is the only place I get ice cream, which is quite a luxury at least in my part of the area.
We also found out this week that at the end of each day the barbecue restaurant across the street from the chapel dumps the leftovers under the gate so Moroni can eat it. He eats better than we do, no wonder this dog has lived so long! Here’s a picture of him. The only problem is he is not like Winston he doesn’t pose well.
Yeah he still lives at the chapel. He spends all day chasing cats that slip under the fence
He is a really well exercised dog, he also plays football with the young men, actually plays not just steals the ball. It is cool. My time will run out in 2 minutes. I love you all, have a great week!