Another week, came and went. Let's see if I can remember enough to recap.
We had kind of a sad and crazy experience with one of our investigators, Vanessa. She was progressing so well and was developing such a beautiful testimony of the gospel. She would tell us all the time how much she loved reading her Book of Mormon and praying every day. She was possibly our most sincere investigator yet. I love her so much. She was here in Lima working for a family in our ward. Well she had a really terrible experience with her cousin, and decided to go back home to Ayacucha(?). 10 days before her baptism date. We got special permission from our leaders and bishop to baptize and confirm her 2 days before she left, but then she left EARLIER. I'm really sad for her, and pray that she can find the missionaries in her new home.
We're working a lot more with families, which is pretty much the best feeling. Our goal is to get families to the temple, and we can't do that if we're teaching individual people. At least it's more difficult that way. It's exciting to see families progress and learn together. Most of them are references from the ward. References are definitely the best, and you should all refer someone to the missionaries! And then help teach them. They progress so much more quickly with people they trust. Es verdad!
We still eat a lot of delicious food, and I'm still gaining weight. Did I tell you all that it's not impolite to call people fat here? In fact it's perfectly normal. Everyone calls each other gordito or gordita... I'm counting down the days until I too am gordita.
Oh! This week we did eat something pretty nasty though. On Sunday we had a regular delicious lunch with a family in the ward, but we had a family that we're teaching that wanted to feed us too. So we went over, already full, for a nice bowl of fish head soup! I don't remember the real name for it. Thankfully I didn't realize that it was fish head specifically until we left, because my desire to throw up definitely would have been amplified. I was just grateful that we have a rule that we can eat ceviche, because we continued to watch Cezar prepare ceviche with squid while we were picking fish meat off of the spine. I think they feed us out of love... But it was a little traumatizing. I was singing the fish head song to myself as we left.
I can't think of anything else terribly exciting that's happened this week! Let me know what you all like to read about. I'm not sure if you want the spiritual, the food, the weird experiences...
Les quiero mucho!
PS Les quiero literally translates to I want you. But that's what people say here for I love you, because 'amar' is usually reserved for more passionate love, not friendly love. So yeah. :)