I never thought I would miss hamburgers so much. The only
American business I have seen is McDonalds, a tiny shack that only sells
sorvete (ice cream) and it just the same soft serve as home! I’m starting to
like black beans and rice...because it’s safe. The Brazilians eat a lot of cartilage
on chicken and cow. So when you dish up meat nothing should be left but bone.
Oh, and we are not allowed to drink the Coca Cola...makes your hair fall out.
We had a surprise stake conference and the presidency was
switched out and our bishop got called as the second counselor in the stake.
That’s great because he is fantastic, but we need a bishop!
I miss the microwave...and they aren’t cheap: 300-400 reais.
Everything is done on a propane stove and every liquid is bagged. Milk, juice,
yogurt, it’s a tad difficult to store in the fridge without it falling over.
Because my companion is from the north, we eat a lot of
Couscous, which is basically oatmeal of the corn family. It’s alright, but its
driving me crazy how often we eat it.
We have a bunch of investigators!!!! Oh, it’s so great and
we keep running into people that seem to be prepared. Most of the time the
people we run into just refuse to pray and read the Book of Mormon. If the Book
of Mormon is true than the church is 100% true as well and we have authority
from God. Wouldn’t that been a good thing to know? Also a very interesting
thing, in the Portuguese Bible in Exodus, when it’s listing the 10
commandments, instead of “Keep the Sabbath day holy,” it says “Sabado” which
means Saturday. So everyone in Brazil
thinks the Sabbath is on Saturday. A lot of people don’t go to church; they
just hang out a home a read the bible.
We can’t get anyone to come to church yet, but we have a
goal for 4 baptisms in the month of June and the temple dedication for Manaus is coming up, super
cool. My companion wants to marry Sister Willard so he can be my brother-in-law
(and get to the states somehow). He’s super cool and speaks a little English;
you can teach him!!
Anyway all is well, the language is hard, the hills are
steep, the people are nice, and my purpose is clear. Baptize.
Love,
Elder Willard
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