Zancudos is the word for the freaking mosquitos here that are eating me alive. We were in a lesson on Friday teaching an older man, and we couldn't close the door to his living room because we were teaching him alone. So all the mosquitos came in and drank up all my blood. 35 mosquito bites just on my legs.
#MisiónBoliviaCochabamba. But I still love it here=)
This week was my birthday! My day honestly started out terrible. All of our appointments that are usually always there no matter what fell through, none of the doors we knocked on were interested, and it was very hot and we had no water. BUT we had an activity planned that night to get references from the members. When we got there it was
7:00 and the activity was supposed to start at 8. At
7:45 nobody had shown up to the church... I was just thinking negatively that we would not have any success just like the rest of the day and my birthday would just turn out a dump. BUT finally at
7:50 everyone showed up and they brought tons of food and tons of investigators! We finally started the activity at
8:40... haha Bolivia=)
The activity was a talent show, and the first number we sang as the missionaries. Once we finished singing, our ward mission leader surprised me and had the entire ward sing to me. Then, yes, I was submitted to the cruel tradition here of getting my face smashed in cake. It was wonderful=)
We also got to go to the temple grounds with a new investigator named Giovanna. She has listened to the missionaries for YEARS but finally decided that she was going to accept it and take it seriously. She has a baptismal date in December that I am just hoping and praying that she will reach=)
Everything is great in the mission and I am so grateful to be here even though it is hot and hard. I love my mission.
Fun Facts:
-There is no such thing as taxes here!
-They have a tradition in some catholic families called Umarrutucu. It is as follows... Babies grow out their hair until their first birthday, then the godparents of the child organize a party in which everyone brings money, and the godparents tie the baby's hair in a bunch of ponytails and every person who cuts off a ponytail has to give the baby money. And at the end they count the money. If it is not evenly rounded to the nearest thousand, the godparents have to give how much money it will take to round it off. Never seen it, but I heard about it this week!
-- Don't count the days, make the days count!
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