Hey Family,
Snow? Mom wrote me to tell me about snow? Do you WANT me to get homesick? I’m burning alive in Brazil in a shirt and tie and Greg is probably sitting outside in basketball shorts making snow angels!
Life is good here in Concordia. Next Wednesday is transfers (I will have had two full transfers in Concordia).Based on recent history with Elders in Concordia Elder Martin would be getting transferred next week since he will have had 3 transfers there. The catch: we are currently trying to move to a new location in town. We haven’t officially terminated our current contract or really looked at a new one so he will probably stay to fix the situation. It’s not too likely that they would bring in someone new to learn the situation and then resolve it, so if anyone gets the boot it will likely be me. I don’t want the boot. I like Concordia. Even with all its hills.
Marcelo Santian (da Silva) is the Branch President down here. (Everyone has the last name of Silva, da Silva, Santos, dos Santos, or Oliveira so most people just go by the middle name as a last name.) He works in a bank and dreams of moving his family to the States, but because of the difficulty in getting a visa he will likely move to Italy next summer. His English is great; I even gave him the address of the blog so he can practice reading informal English. That picture you got from him is actually photographic evidence of me breaking the rules. As missionaries we’re not supposed to hold kids, and the only contact with girls should be handshakes. The fact that I’m holding a baby girl is probably a bad thing. The fact of the matter is that all the kids here in Concordia love me. They reach out for me to take them from their parents and then cry when I don’t. That picture was from our branch’s Night of Banana activity. Marcelo’s wife handed Anna Laura to me, took a picture, and took her back from me in about 5 seconds. I’m a sinner. Because Anna Laura always reaches for me when her Dad is holding her I make a habit of informing Presidente Santian that his daughter is my girlfriend. He always threatens to send me home, but nothing has happened so far.
Today we are in Xanxere with the sisters for P-Day. We will do email and stuff here, head to another city named Irani where there are more outdoorsy things to do and then back here for district meeting. Saturday is guaranteed Baptism. I will be doing the actually splashing for the second time. This kid is awesome. He even went with us to the house of a couple girls from his school to do some teaching. He’s thirteen, he carried Elder Martin’s bag and wore my nametag. He got prayers assigned, got the girls to read a random scripture he opened to and then explained it for them. He can give you the basic history of the Book of Mormon just by seeing the pictures in the book. 2 of Nephi, Alma in the Waters of Mormon, Samuel the Lamanite, 3 Nephi 11, and Moroni with the plates. This young man is ready for his own mission.
Nick is flying solo in the MTC? Wow. He probably doesn’t need a companion. He could go solo in the field as a greenie and have more success that this entire mission. Wish him luck (even though he doesn’t need it) and send him a dozen doughnuts for me. Joey is still in the band? And in a skirt! That kid has always been a stud. I can’t find Jake’s address anywhere. Can you send it to me again? And make sure Greg keeps dating. He doesn’t have to wait for a dance to ask a girl out either.
With how much we travel to Xanxere to do baptism interviews for the sisters (just about once a week), I have use my Wells Fargo card often between opportunities to have travel funds reimbursed. If you ever want to drop $15 or $20 into my account the exchange rate will keep me going for weeks.
I love you all, life is good, the work is coming along, and I’ll let you know about the transfer situation next week. I’m fine so stop worrying about me.
Preaching the word, Praising the Lord, and Praying for my Cougars,
Elder Haws(mo)
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