Yep, you read that right! My area was closed and Hna Dennis and I have been separated, going our own ways. She went to La Rioja to open a new area for sisters there. The last sisters in La Rioja was 20 years ago. It is exciting that the mission is expanding.
I am now in Rio Tercero with Hna Mcarthur. She is from Wyoming, and says that she knows Scott Lambert. He served where she lives supposedly. I am really excited to work with her. A little bit, I am sad because I wanted a latina to work more on my spanish, but now is the time to help her I guess. I am sure she will be a huge help to me too. She has about 4 months in the mission and just finished her training so I am the 'trainer breaker' spliting her apart from her trainer. We are now here... with Bikes!! and just driving over here to the cyber for the 5 block ride, my thighs are a little sore and shaky. Que verguenza. I had worked so hard on my calves walking up the slaving hills in Carlos Paz, and apparently had ignored my thighs... This could be a change! The pension is SUPER NICE! I dont know how I keep getting all the luck with the nice pensions.... phew. That must mean the worst is yet to come.
I am torn about leaving Carlos Paz. It was a hard area with a lot of rejection and not a lot of success. There were multiple weeks where we reported a week of zeros to our leaders. Zero baptisms and confirmations. Zero new investigators. ugh, It was hard on me. For that reason I am excited to start over with a companion who wants to work hard and who knows how to work hard as well. I dolove the members of Carlos Paz, and it was sad saying goodbye. Hna Dennis and I cried in the collectivo as we left last night. I am sad to leave it all behind. Funny story real quick. This week I was alking up the stiars of our apartment behind hna Dennis, and what did I do_ i naturally just started punching her butt like I always did with mom and Kris. It was super funny and I felt soooo bad after. I dont knwo what came over me! jaja Also, I am sad because I did not buy anything in the super tourist area because I had at least another transfer there to do some trunky shopping. I left with nothing cool and original from there. oh well......
We got rejected hard by S* this week. We had miraculously *literally* this week after she had suddenly moved again without telling anyone. We once again happened upon her, which means God wants to talk with her. This is her 3 or 4th opportunity that we have found her out of the nowhere, just following the spirit I guess. Anyways, she now is living with the padre of her hijo, and he does not want to get married, nor for us to pass by more. She testified to us that she knows the Book of Mormon is true, and that is what hurts the most. She also had promised us so many times to come to church, but ended up going to church with the JWs the first time they invited her. She then said she would not lie, and that she will not asist the church. We walked away super sad. We bought some alfajores to make us feel better. Sometimes its crazy to think that we truly willingly signed up for this to happen to us on the daily. Hay que seguir no mas. As we kept on our way, we started singing together "I wanna dance with somebody" BUt replacing the words to say "I wanna teach somebody, I wanna go to church with somebody. I wanna teach somebody, with somebody to baptize." We were down, but hopefull with these unexpected changes, the future truly will be as bright as our faith.
I am super tired after traveling and packing these last few days. I think I have had a total of 6 hours of sleep in the past 2 days. completely spent. Perfect, the elevator decides to break. Today. we had to carry the pounds and my body is now paying the price. My biceps hurt from hauling all my porquería around Cordoba by myself. Hna Dennis had her bags to worry about, so I needed to carry my load alone. I have decided that I will now throw out a TON before going to my next transfer. I have way too many clothes, yet I find myself begging for more variation. The small sacrifices of a missionary.
Today, I said goodbye to Hna Gonzalez. I watched her pack up her suitcases to go home. It was a wierd feeling. I was sitting there, without my companion Hna Dennis who had already left to La rioja, and i was in Cordoba Capital, without a bed. So I just drankj some mate out of the mug cup things, and let it all sit in. Im not gonna lie, for a slipt second, I wished to be in her place, coming home and seeing you guys. but dont get trunky! It quickly left and I thought of all teh souls I have to save before I can let that happen. Sometimes, when we are down or sad, we are quick to want the temporal things. However, the gospel is way more important and will last a lot longer if we truly apply it and continue to learn with each day.
I love being here and I had a panic attack even just thinking about coming home.
Which leads me to the package that will be coming your way.... There is an elder who is going to his house in california for a few days, and then going to provo. so he said he will get in contact with you to do the pass off ahnd off. He is the nephew of the winegar family in the stake.
Thanks for all of the letters. I dont have much time with all the changes, but I truly love each and every one of you. I cant send pictures here in this cyber, but I hope we can find another so that you can get the full update on my week with visuals.
Tyler! So cool about armeninan. We sometimes eat armenian things here... no se porque.... also Hna Dennis; brother in law served in armenia and might have been your treacher. I dont know his name though,.
I love you all,