Another wild week here on the beach. President Hinckley passed away around midnight Sunday/Monday (according to Brazilian time). We had light rain storms all day Monday. Tuesday morning it started to rain as hard as I have seen yet in my life. This rain continued until Friday morning and came back on Saturday. And again yesterday. I was left to wonder if President Monson was going to be the next Noah. People’s houses got flooded all over Santa Catarina, the freeway outside of Florianopolis was shut down for a couple days, it was a wild wet week.
I didn’t manage to pick up a package at Zone Conference last week. Whether or not it arrived, the President was a little annoyed with how eager a few Elders were to get mail so we almost didn’t get to pick up any mail. On the bright side, I got to reunite with my American Twin, Elder Nance. I’m not sure if I already told you guys about him. He’s from Arkansas, played trumpet in marching band, and is more or less enormous. You’ll understand when you see the pictures. The first one is just us two, then us with Elder Flores (an American with average height) and the next is with Elder Comstock (who is kind of short). When ever Elder Nance and I end up in the same place we end up talking to each other and ignoring the rest of the world. It is a rarity for either one of us to find someone we see eye-to-eye with.
Life is going good. We keep having shrimp, or other fish. I am enjoying it. Never in my life have I been so close to the beach for so long. I am enclosing a picture of me and my beautiful brazilian neighbor. We honestly left the house, turned left, wlked past 3 houses, and took the picture. Sorry. I’m kind of ugly in the picture, but I was looking directly into the sun. Life’s rough when your forehead pokes up above the clouds. My heighth has got quite a few people asking about my age. One older lady that we are teaching said that she though it was absurd our church sent children out to preach. When I asked how old she thought I was she replied 15. The only response I had for her was that I was going to turn 20 the next day. One member that lives in the city of Imarui told me that if it weren’t for my enormous body she would have thought I was 12. I have no idea if I should consider these comments to be compliments or insults. It doesn’t help that I have Warren’s facial hair (I only have to shave 2 or 3 times a week). Regardless of age, beards, or beaches, Elder Candia and I are continuing to do the work. We don’t get along as well together as I did with my other companions, but you just have to go to work either way.
Requests for Packages: Maple Syrup, Recipes, Peanut Butter.A member here was introduced to Maple Syrup my a missionary 2 years ago and still craves it. He said that if you guys send it he will buy it off of me. Feel free to send 2 so that I can keep one. As far as recipes go, I want quick, simple stuff that will add some variety. I was thinking things like pancakes from scratch, a recipe to make tortillas like Warren did in Mexico (tortillas don’t exist in Brazil, and they only have “salty” pancakes that they use to make enchiladas), a quick and easy recipe for breading (to make cheap frozen hamburgers into cheap easy country-fried steak-ish patties) and anything else that the RM’s think would be feasible. Mormon Gravy is just flour, milk, salt and pepper... right? I was thinking about trying to make it the other day (gravy doesn’t exist in Santa Catarina, and maybe not in Brazil at all) but decided to hold off a little while.
Transfers are next week but I’ll probably stay here. I’ll let you know about upcoming conferences and interviews. Life is good, the work is always there to be done, and I’m fine so stop worrying about me.
Keep my distance from Carneval,
Elder Haws(mo)
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