8/16

SO every week my e-mails are positive and happy and we´re enduring here and being a missionary is the best thing ever. Well guess what??? this week was total crap. excuse my portuguese. Haha, but its all good because Im still laughing. how? who knows. Lets just start from the beginning, shall we? The usual hardships of being a missionary...knocking doors...no one accepting...I was feeling like I was back in the states. But it was like a bajillion degrees. and I dont have a car. One day, we were going to go on splits, but the one girl didnt show up. SO us and a member walked to the area farthest from our house, one hour away. And I may have forgotten sunblock on my legs. and i may have left my waterbottle in the house. and I just might have gotten heat exauhstion. Dont worry, Im okay. But i learned important lessons, the hard way. My legs were not burned, but a heat rash, my legs and feet. Oiy, and basically my whole body ached. We went to enter this one house, and all the sudden I see a very angry rautweiler and pitbull coming towards me. It was one of the scariest moments of my life, luckily my comp stopped me from running, and the owner caught them before they got me. She almost had a heart attack that her dogs almost murdered a sister missionary. It was really awesome. Then I had my first experience with a Bahian specialty here, where they put beans and EVERY SINGLE PART OF THE PIG in a pot. And then they eat it. All of it. I tried so hard to pretend to like it, but we all know Im terrible at hiding my emotions. THe Bishop said, `oh sister, I forgot americans dont like this, I´ll go buy you something else` haha, I told him not to, but still. My comp thought it was all hilarious. I wasnt a fan of the pig skin, ears, and other things I didnt understand the words in portuguese, but judging by where she was pointing on her body, it wasnt things I was familiar with. She said, oh sister at least you dont have a nose, or knee, or...other things. Just an ear and some skin! Haha...did I eat it? No. call me chicken, its all good. By the end of the week, I was not doing well. Our members werent helping us, we didnt have anyone to teach, our investigators dropped us, it was bad. Then on SAturday, we found out they are splitting the wards here. (Here Ill explain how it works, dad) SO there was dias davila 1 and 2. I was in 1. it has 100 people attending, and 2 has 30 with no Bishop. So they divided the area to even out the members, and called a Bishop. HOwever, now Im in the Elder´s area. So me and my comp are opening an area in the middle of a transfer, and area that hasnt had a baptism in 3 transfers. and we dont know any of the members. and all the members who fed us and helped us are in the other area. When we found this out, Sister Marciano looked at me and said, ´am I allowed to cry?`and I said `no, we have one rule. we cant cry in the street, we have to wait until we are home` Later that day, we ran out of people to teach, and we arent allowed to knock doors at night in this city. It started pouring and we didnt have an umbrella. My comp looked at me and said, `can I cry now??` Haha...oh man.