Elder Evans?

Flooding down the hill from our apartment

Oi Gente!

We had a mission conference today with Elder Evans. Apparently he is one of the 70 and has spoken at Conference before. I did not know that. It was really good. :)

We had a super hilarious lunch this week. It was at Raquel´s house, and Neia (another Irmã in the ward) was there too. Neia always makes fun of me because I don´t show up in photos a lot of the time because I am so white. She was making fun of me and Raquel was like "Don´t you even worry about it Sister Peart! You don´t show up in pictures during the day, but I don´t show up in photos at night!" Then the rest of the lunch everyone made fun of me for being white, and her for being black. It was actually pretty hilarious, I don´t know why. Maybe we´re all just really tired. :)

We talked to another crazy man this week. This one would NOT stop talking about the end of the world. I tried to end the conversation several times in about 15 minutes, but it was useless. So we just turned around and walked off while he continued to explain the signs of the end of the world to our retreating backs.

We watched a bunch of ants in our apartment. We don´t have TV. But these aren´t just normal ants. They are crazy Brazllian ants. Sister Alldredge killed a bee, and we watched these ants get the bee out of the trash can, carry it across the apartment, out the back door, and off the balcony. They are little troopers, I can tell you that.

We´ve also taken the next step in random sicknesses. Not only have I experienced sudden, explosive diarrhea in the middle of the street, but this week I experienced sudden, explosive diarrhea in the middle of the street, immediately followed by an impressive amount of projectile vomiting. Right in someone´s driveway. In front of a bar. It was a little bit embarrassing. When I was finished, the drunk men at the bar asked me if I was German. Maybe Germans are more prone to vomitting? Who knows. Needless to say, I´m beginning to count down the months until I can take a little break from Brazillian food. We were about an hour-long walk from home, so we called some people from the ward to come give us a ride home. When they got there, I asked what I should do about the huge pile of puke on these poor people´s doorstep. Because nobody answered when I rang the bell. They informed me that it´s totally normal, and I should just leave it. I left it, but I am a little skeptically about it being totally normal. 

Anywho. It was a pretty quick week, and not a whole lot happened. At least, that I´m remembering right now. Next p-day will be transfers. Lready. We´ll see what happens! Have a good week!

Sister Peart