On Monday we bought a puzzle from the thrift store. I learned that the direct translation of "puzzle" in Spanish is something like "headbreaker". Haha. I also learned that Hna Enriquez doesn't believe in looking at the picture on the box. I didn't even know there were people like that in the world.
The puzzle is of slight significance because I got Hna Enriquez sick. Or maybe it wasn't my fault because I was still able to function while I was sick, but she is still buzy dying. So I work on the puzzle while she is asleep during lunch time. Or I wake up at 1:40 in the morning because the light is on in the living room and she is sitting there coughing and drinking tea and working on the puzzle because she can't sleep thanks to the coughing. So that is our most recent adventure.
So we teach this one guy that is great. And he comes to church and we always end up laughing in our lessons with him because he is really funny (possibly not on purpose). But he moved last week, which was really sad. He said he will keep on letting the missionaries come over to teach him, but we will miss him.
A cool thing. So we were knocking in a new apartment building (new for us). Some family was eating dinner with the front door open. Hna Enriquez said "What are you cooking? It smells good." And the day said "Potato impanadas. Do you want some?" So yes, we accepted food from a stranger. She gave us a paper plate with 3 impanadas and a can of Coke each and we went on our way. It was strange and funny and the impanadas were good.
It was nice and 70 something degrees for a few days, including yesterday. Today is 33. I really don't understand it.
For Thanksgiving, we had a traditional meal of tamales. Good stuff. I learned a new game called Loteria, which is basically Bingo but with pictures and in Spanish. So I learned the spanish words for ladder, scorpion, and some other random stuff.
We are taught that holidays are good days for finding new people to teach because there are lots of people at home with their families. I think most people in Plano decided to go out of town to see their family for Thanksgiving, which would explain why this week was slower than the one before it. But we always have hope for the next week
Something spiritual. Go watch He is the Gift. In the past, one of the things that drove me crazy about Christmas is the commercialism. We spend Thanksgiving day being thankful and everything, then literally a few hours later people are ready to kill each other in Black friday sales. On the other hand, some people are focused on family and other good stuff, but they get depressed thinking about loved ones who have passed away and won't be around for Christmas this year. I know Easter/springtime is the sesason of hope, but to me, Christmas is as well. Before I came on my mission, I knew that I had a Savior. Since I have been out, that idea has turned into something real and profound. It makes all the difference in everything we do.
Have a great week!