Last Monday, we finally made it to the Perot museum, after getting lost for a while. It was worth the time spent riding the Dart and then bikes and then getting lost and then bikes and then Dart. We got to play with fun science stuff and feel like little kids.
On Tuesday, we had exchanges, again. But this time we each had an English companion for the day. It was pretty fun. We both fell off our bikes a few times (but at least she had the excuse that the bike she was using was way too big).
The number of lessons that we teach per week has gone way down with the bikes. But we are still doing our best. We have had some pretty good days.
Thursday night we got invited to a Relief Society birthday dinner thing for the other ward. So fancy. So fancy. It was way out of our league, but we had a good time. I learned that when we feel out of place, we start speaking in Spanish. It is like being in our own little world where we feel that we have more control of the situation.
We called the deaf guy back and he said he wasn't interested, or something along those lines. So we aren't getting into any ASL adventures for the time being. It is probably for the best, since we are pretty busy anyway.
We ran into a nice lady who we both think had a lot of potential. She understood the pamphlet and had questions and everything. Hopefully it all works out and we can go back.
I fell off my bike again on Saturday. We have been walking since then. Well, we started riding again this morning to get to SMU.
Saturday night we found out a storm was coming, so we got a ride home. It would have been a long walk. There was thunder, lightning, huge winds, and a ton of rain. We made it through our front door just in time. Apparently Texas is starting its tornado season. Perfect.
We had a baptismal interview last night. #BaptizingNations. Just kidding. They are all from Mexico. We have had to push this one back a week because we wanted to make sure that this guy had enough time to get to know more members in the ward so that he could have support. He is now making friends and we are super excited that everything is working out. I will let you know how it goes next week.
I might be moving next Tuesday. Who knows. My life is in the Lord's hands. I mean, it always has been, it is just more obvious as a missionary.
I know that this is the truth. I know that prayers work, because that is usually what gets us through things. I know that there is something eternal inside each of us that calls. Sometimes I walk outside and feel unstoppably. It is great. Our job here is to help other people connect themselves more closely to heaven. I don't have the words to explain how amazing that is. 10 more months!
Have a good week!