I will have to say, that I have a way better alfajor collection than you do. You have to save me the wrapper though, for reals I collect them. But looks like it was a fantastic trip.
So first off, Recreo had a Flea market fair. And people from
all over the place came to sell stuff they made. Way cool. Actually it was just
a ton of people from Parana. Which makes me think that the city of Parana is
way cool, because all these Parana fellas were selling tons of cool stuff. I
found this lady that makes personalized mates for really cheap; a ton with the
logo of bands like Nirvana, Led Zeppelin, and some of my favorite Argentine
bands like La Beriso and Las Pelotas. It’s great to be a missionary and go to
one of these things because people see some white kid all dressed up buying
mates and people get wild about it. Especially the radio. Which leads to my
radio story.
So I’m loving this fair right, and I wanted to check
everything out, and there was this aisle of stickers that I wanted to check
out. And the whole time we are here, there are these two wackos talking with
microphones about what’s good and all. It turns out these two are in the same
aisle as the stickers. My companion doesn’t really want to come look, and I’m
way distracted by these stickers. Well, I finish checking out the stickers,
right. And I take a nice 180 degree turn to find a microphone shoved in my face
and a radio spokesman blabbering about who knows what. Now I’m stuck and I just
figured out I’m on the Santa Fe radio. Cool. "Well, Senor Elder, what’s
up?" – “You know, just checking out y´alls mates.” - "Aw yeah you
tried mate?" – “Yeah, of course.” Everyone finds it funny to see a Yankee
drinking a bit of mate. - "Well, do you like it?" – “Well, it doesn’t
do well my stomach.” - "What, do you mean to say that it does good?" –
“No, it doesn’t do good.” THAT’S WHEN I REALIZED I SCREWED UP. It was awesome
because my companion was standing 20 feet away with unbelief in his face, that
I pretty much said how lame mate is to a bunch of mate hooligans. And the radio
director is in the background waving his arms to the guy with the microphone
mouthing, “Keep it on the Yankee!". And so we went on talking about how we
preach the word. And all the great things about my president. Super Star Elder Greene.
I met a Jewish man the other day. He is actually a friend of
the girl Milena who was recently baptized. He´s pretty awesome. He looks like
he is from Hobbitown. But we asked if we could come over because we wanted to
know if there was a Jewish synagogue nearby. Well it’s not too nearby, but
maybe someday I’ll make a visit to the ole synagogue. As he cooked up a nice
asado, he told me his entire life story. He is from Israel. And moved here when
he was young. And has had like a billion jobs including the circus. Circus life
is great. He actually joined the circus because he thought it would be cool,
and there he learned how to tight rope walk while juggling torches. He is also
the guy that can eat a sword. He taught me how to train your throat to eat a
sword. Who knows I might be circus material.
We found Domingo the other day sitting on a wall, pondering
on life. So we took a seat and talked with him. And of course the first thing
he says is. “You know what sin is.......The sexuality?"... That’s small
talk with Domingo.
It was another great week for Jessica Perez, who was
baptized on Saturday. She’s totally awesome because she comes to church, always
with her two newly born twins in her arms, followed by her other kids; by bus.
She was really happy about her baptism. She invited us over to eat tarta-frita.
It was raining.
I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this, but when it’s
raining, everyone makes this fried food called tarta-frita. No one knows why,
they just do it. That’s also why it’s hard to teach people in the rain because if
you knock on someone’s house while it’s raining, they come to the door with
flour all over them yelling "sorry but we are making tarta frita."
No joke… everyone is making tarta-frita.
I love you guys
Elder Greene
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