Domingo o Primeiro

April 21, 2002

Good day, Domingo. Attended the ward. We picked up a family and Bruno and went to church. I didn't understand much, but it was still the spiritual high of the week. Talked with a ton of the members and had to stand up in sacrament meeting. (Of course, Elder Mendenhall had to tell me that the bishop had asked me to stand up...).

Worked as usual afterward. My feet are getting shredded by these Havana Joes--blisters on both my feet, under each of the balls of my toes. More like Javana Hoes! I HATE THEM right now. Shoot little daggers running up and down my legs with every step. Makes it hard to run with Elder Mendenhall.

We gave the first palestra to a family who seemed very ready to accept the gospel. We'll see where it goes.

On an odd note, the crazy girl from church likes me. She's certifiably nuts, and apparently has a thing for Americans. Having already been spurned by Elders Mendenhall, Simpson, and a slew of others preceding us all, she tried to get her hands on me today. Even went so far as to come to our house tonight and ask me to take her to America with her, through the bars on the door.

Elder Mendenhall had to explain that I'm not going back to America for a long, long time. That made for a couple of tears in the pillow tonight, I'm sure.

Ah, well, what can you do?