Hello all,

This was a crazy week. Really, yesterday was just a crazy day, and now I´m looking at the past week through a filter of crazy. But first things first.

I did what I´ve always wanted to do. Bought bread from the bread man. He rides around on a bike with trays of bread, with this obnoxious, but very distinctive, horn. Sister Bruno and I were dying of hunger in the street one evening when I heard the bread horn squeaking. We stopped dead in the middle of the street to see where he would appear. When he came into view I waved him down like a crazy person. Then, after a couple seconds, I waved him down like three more times. Just for good measure. I was really hungry. 

I also learned how to fly a kite like a moleque this week. All of the street boys run around in the streets flying kites. It makes walking in the street a little dangerous, since you always have to be aware of the strangulation hazards. But hey, they say São Paulo is dangerous, right? Anyways. These kids get these crappy little kites, and they get them SUPER high up in the air. I don´t know how, since they have to weave them through ten feet of intense power lines, but they do. Then, when the kites get up there, they fight each other. They try and cut the lines of the other kites. When a string gets cut, it´s finders keepers. We were sitting there with Guilherme the other day, and in the middle of his sentence he shot off without warning. We were both really confused, but he came back with the kite. Then, the other day, we were watching the kite fights with Guilherme and Steven. We saw one drift our way and Guilherme grabbed the line when it got stuck on the roof. Then we got to fly it for a little bit. It ended up getting cut again though, and we watched as all the kids stampeded down the street to catch it. Fun stuff.

Most importantly, Sol got baptized yesterday! It was the craziest baptism I have EVER seen. She has asthma and some other unidentified health problems, so after she got baptized she passed out and two other men had to jump in the water, in their Sunday clothes, to keep her from drowning right there in the baptismal font. After we woke her up, we realized she´d lost all control of her legs and feet. She ended up having to be carried everywhere after that. As of last night, she still hadn´t regained full control of her legs. Most stressful baptism ever.

Anywho. That´s pretty much all I can remember about this week. I´m sure other things happened, but they´ve all been overwhelmed by the emotional distress of thinking your investigator is going to drown during her baptism.

Boa semana!
Sister Peart