Dad Would Have Killed Him‎

Hey Family,

As always, I’m safe and sound. However, I’m not in Concordia this time. For P-Day we got up early and took a bus out to Xanxere to spend the day with the sisters. Elder Martin is paranoid that she is going to get transferred next week so we are going to be here the whole day. They apparently have something fun planned for this afternoon, but we don’t know what it is yet. All in all life is good, but I feel naked. We’re running around Xanxere in P-Day clothes, but something is missing. Not the nametag. Not the tie. I’m in jeans and a t-shirt and I’m not wearing a BYU hat. It doesn’t feel right. Not right at all.

This morning was pretty eventful getting to Xanxere. Our alarm went off at 5 AM like it always does for road trips. I jumped out of bed to get ready for the day. Elder Martin crawled out of bed 10 minutes later. We always plan to leave our apartment by 6, for the bus that leaves at 6:30, but never make it out before 6:15. At 6 I was finishing packing my bag and was about to get my shoes on when Elder Martin got out of the shower and announced it was time to get our stuff ready to leave. 10 minutes later I’m standing my the open front door watching him run through the apartment, searching every room looking for shoes, nametag, cell phone, keys, and everything else. He probably has the worst memory of any guy I’ve ever met. He can’t remember faces, names, times, the cell phone in the morning, his keys… It doesn’t help that he never puts anything in the same place twice. This morning I got to watch him destroy the apartment for nearly 20 minutes trying to find his stuff. I couldn’t help but think what Dad would have said/done/thrown-out-the-window if he had been here. We ended up having 3 minutes to walk to and load a bus that normally takes 10 minutes to reach. We got there a few minutes late and he was able to talk the bus driver in to waiting another 2 minutes so we could get the right tickets. In the end we made it here safe.

I’ve got the camera. I’ll be taking a few pictures today and Saturday and then will hopefully be emailing some next week. Normally we’re not allowed to take pictures on Saturdays but we will be having a baptism, and President Dansie let’s us take pictures for baptisms. Marcelo and Micael (Pronounced like Michael in German… meek-eye-el) are around 21 years old and excited for the baptism. We’ll have an interesting situation Friday for the interviews because the Zone leaders will have to be here all day. Marcelo is only home at night, Micael is only home in the mornings, and my companion needs to come back here to Xanxere for a baptismal interview in the early evening. Wish us luck!

Mom mentioned that she wanted me to start a Christmas List. I will send another email with that. I can’t think of much I could use or want, but if Warren, Mindy, or Spencer can remember stuff they wanted, I could probably use it.

Life is good, baptisms are on the way, and I’m fine, stop worrying about me.

Preparing Souls for the Waters of Baptism,

Elder Haws(mo)