They can't say my name in Argentina! I've been called Hermana Banana, Hermana Barbie, Hermana Brownie, Hermana Marta, Hermana Vawdrix and more!

 

Before baptism.

 

I really don´t even know how to begin this letter.  This week was the craziest, most stressful, most spiritual week of my mission.  After writing you last week, my companion and I were talking about one of our investigators.  We were talking, and we felt like she needed to be baptized this Saturday.  So we planned the lessons we were going to teach and we set out.  Wednesday we had a lesson with her, and I can´t really explain everything, but basically we told her that she could be baptized in a couple weeks because we still had a lot to teach her.  There was a little bit of contention in our companionship because we disagreed about a couple things.  To make a really long story short, Thursday morning we got our answer that she NEEDED to be baptized on Saturday.  When we returned that day, we invited her to be baptized for Saturday instead, she was more than willing.  When we returned Friday to do her Baptismal Interview, she was so sick that she had to do it in her bed.  Everything that possibly could have happened to try to stop the baptism from happening happened.  Seriously, 10 points to Satan for his diligence.  It was the strangest experience because Friday night, we still weren´t even sure if the baptism was going to happen because of her health.  Saturday morning, we showed up at her house and she was outside ready to be baptized.  The baptism was absolutely amazing.  Her doctor thought she was going to have a heart attack, but she loved the warm water.  When she came out of the font, she was crying and gave us all kisses.  She is so special.  We still don´t know why she needed to be baptized on Saturday, but she was.  Wow, I really wish that I could explain everything. 

Teresa and I

After the ordinance.

Also, with Ismael... he still hasn´t drank at all since we first met him.  His birthday was this week, too.  We made him a cake, and a really ugly card, but he loved it so much.  I realized that he has never ever experienced true friendship.  He has never received a card or a cake in all of his life.  He is 46 years old.  He put our card in a safe, and he said that nobody can ever touch it.  Also, he thinks my name is Hermana Banana.

 

Cake for Ismael

One thing about Argentina is that they can´t say my name.  I have been called.. Hermana Banana, Hermana Barbie, Hermana Brownie, Hermana Marta, Hermana Vawdrix, and many more names.  It´s pretty funny actually.

ALSO, remember all those dead frogs?  Now they are dried up and everywhere.  Speaking of no water, our apartment hasn´t had water consistently for 3 days.  So when we have water, we shower and fill up bottles because nothing works.  It´s great fun.

Love you all.  Chao.