Today I saw graffiti of a mapuche guy
and a bobcat in a tree and below it said "Volver a tus raízes" which
means "return to your roots." I thought it was pretty relevant to
this week.
Besides having to meet the usual
deadlines we had a fairly light work load this week so we decided to do some
missionary work. It was honesty pretty weird. In these last couple of weeks
I´ve started to feel almost like a normal person. Now I actually had to adjust
back to talking with people in the street and going into random peoples houses.
Yesterday we went to a little pueblito called Santa Juana where there sister
missionaries aren't having that much success. So the assistants and us went to
contact for a few hours to find new people. Maybe I had gotten used to it
before but people here are the funniest. Even more so in small campo towns.
There was one time where we talked to a women through her window and said stuff
like "hey, hows it going, we´re missionaries, is that your kid..."
and she wouldn´t respond at all. Until we asked her name and she just said
"no." I really am going to miss it.
Earlier in the week we had to wash the
car but we didn´t have time to do it by hand to we stopped by the car wash. We
waited for a few minutes but the car in front of us wouldn´t pull forward so we
pulled up beside him and he was completely out. Asleep with his head on his
steering wheel. We honked and he woke up abruptly, looked very confused for a
couple seconds then went forward. The worst part was he wasn´t even old. He
probably had like 40 years or something.
Today for pday we went to do service in
el campo. A recent convert just bought a piece of land in the Forest and wanted
to put a barbed wired fence around it. So we came to dig holes and put in the
fence. The best part was trying to get there. We were stuck in the mud for a
solid half an hour and even with like 15 people, it took a while. But we
finally got creative with some sticks and carpet things. Afterwards they were
having a barbecue, but we had to leave right as they were choosing between
buying the live pig or the live lamb to kill and eat.
Elder Swenson went home on Tuesday. It
was weird seeing another friend go back. But then again the mission is like
that; weird. in a perfect way.
Elder Thompson
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