"We know not what lies ahead of us. We know not what the coming days will bring. We live in a world of uncertainty. But one thing we do know. Like the polar star in the heavens, regardless of what the future holds, there stands the Redeemer of the world, the Son of God, certain and sure as the anchor of our immortal lives. He is the rock of our salvation, our strength, our comfort, the very focus of our faith." - Gordon B. Hinckley

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

emails sent today! A day late, due to meeting changes

I have been feeling a lot better. It was just for the couple of days. It is cold here, but it was colder at first because I came from the city where it is hotter so the cold was more noticeable. Really, the coldest it gets is like the beginning of winter in Utah, when it isn´t too cold for snow, but just starts to get chilly... like the canyon in autumn, I think is the best way to describe it.  Also, thanks for the paragraph about the color of skin stuff because again I felt saddened by it because still there are people to whom it matters.

Familia,
This week there were parades and festivities for Independence Day on the 15.





We had a zone meeting on the 14, our Pday, and it was early. However, Hermana Benavides felt ill and it takes an hour to get to the stake center. We were late for the earlier bus, didn´t have much time to wait for the next bus, so we went with members of the ward and caught a ride in the back of someone´s truck who was headed in that direction.

When they went too far, we hopped out, retraced our steps a bit and got on a bus that took us to the area of the stake center. It was an adventure and I took video footage when we were riding in the bed of the truck. It reminded me of camping. Since Hermana Benavides was ill all day, we spent the day in the house.  And thank Grandma and Grandpa for me for the cards. They are so happy and I enjoy reading them.

Anyway, on the fifteenth we saw a bit of the parades and school bands and heard fireworks early in the morning. That night we went to the house of the Family **** and made papusas for them. For some reason my tortillas sometimes aren´t nice looking, but my papusas always are... hm.... We persuaded ***** and ***** to help us make them.   ***** flipped the papusas and it was Hermano ******´s first time making anything related to a tortilla, but in the end all of the papusas looked the same and tasted good.




  The people here are hard-hearted and blinded to the truth. I have learned to feel great love for the people so each time they will not listen my heart feels like rending. Well, I will write more later. I love you all. Ka´dika.

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