Hey Cool Capos!
Presidente Ojera keeps telling me Capo is Spanglish, and
that I get too much of it from Elder Ricra. Son… I know I pull the best Spanglish
around. Argentina is totally Spanglish though. You can say bottle, and people
know what bottles are.
Earlier this week we made our way to Santa Fe again for some
passport shindig times. On the way, I had to stop by my favorite factura shop
at the terminal. They’ve got churros with dulce de leche in them. I’ve decided
when we go to Santa Fe it’s like going on vacation, and the number of facturas
you get doesn’t really matter. Elder butler was there so we were catching up on
all the good times.
The next day we went to Rosario. Good times in Rosario… waiting around and
getting more facturas (Rosario style). But of course we hit my favorite sandwich
stop and... MILTONS! So lomitos on Elder Clayton! Vamos Rosario! Once again I totally
forgot my camera. But the memories are still in my heart.
Sometimes it’s kind of lame having a English speaking
companion because it’s too tempting to talk in English. And if you do, you
forget sometimes you’re a missionary. Like when a whole car of ladies drives by
screaming Hola, and you reply with a Hello. I totally did, and turned to my
companion like, "uh yeah, I probably shouldn’t have done that." Que va hacer. Es la vida.
It’s so funny when you have moments like this Rosario trip,
when you get to talk to other missionaries about their great insights from
their personal study. You know everyone’s personal study consists of,
"What time it is in Kolob?" And, "The signs of the coming of Christ".
Vamos personal study!
Another great day on Thursday with the old DO-NA-TO! He made
us the dankest meal. The man starts going off on things, totally correct, that
I never taught him. The power of actually reading the Book of Mormon.
This week I had one of those moments when you
realize you are totally guided by the spirit. We tend to now have a lot of
citas in our plans, so we'll make a list of people to go see in the
morning, and on Friday we put Sandra Frutos (Mirta’s daughter) on the bottom of
the list. Everyone else on the list fell through, and we went to Sandra’s house at
11:30, with her being the last on the list. She wasn’t home, but her son was,
and he said he was taking care of the house. And so we talked to him about the
Book of Mormon until we had to leave to get back to our apartment for lunch. As
we were leaving, Mirta arrived with Sandra, who was having some serious stomach
issues. They came to get her into her bed, and since we were there, we gave her
a priesthood blessing. I have come to the conclusion that if we hadn’t put Sandra
on the last of that list, she would not have received that blessing. And I told
her that. And I hope she takes that as something important. Mirta is so funny…
she was like, “I wasn’t too surprised when I saw the missionaries at the door
waiting for us. It usually happens." So that was neat!
This last Saturday we spent the whole day inviting people, with invitations, to the branch conference we had on Sunday. All the members
came with us, and members from Santa Tome. It was a good time. So we had the
branch conference yesterday, and I think it was a conference to remember for
the 4 members that came… how awesome they are! But there was like 20 people in
total, with all the members from Santa Fe and Santa Tome. Sonia was confirmed
as a member of the church, and it was a little bit of a surprise for the other
members… but whatever. Great lessons and
talks were given especially by President Carlota, the Stake President. He gave
a brief history of Galvez and all the work that has been put into the town in
the last 10 years since it was reopened. But I was too happy to hear that he announced
three other Open Chapels in the Santa Fe mission (reference the Rincon Open
Chapel experience from last week), including the little garage chapel in Galvez.
There is an incredible amount of hope for the Rama de Galvez right now. So the
missionaries will be in charge of this next month. They haven’t really told us
what plans need to be done, but it will be happening. Too neat… for real.
So mom… I need to figure this out… I have eaten too many
pancakes here on the mission without syrup. Now maple doesn’t exist here… so… Is there a way to make buttermilk syrup? That’s
the question. I’m literally going to be the guy at the father and sons outings
who is always making the pancakes. Everyone knows the pancake guy. And I’m
proud to say that will be me. I TAKE MY PLACE AS PANCAKE GUY!
Dad I would love to read that autobiography of Parley P Pratt,
if you can send that.
I love you guys, Houston is life!
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