Lost in a New City‏

Hey Family,

BYU is still undefeated. That’s what I love to hear. Even if it was a blocked extra-point at the buzzer. We’re good like that. Though, I must say, I’m a little disappointed at the fact that Harvey fumbled in the end zone. 136 yards on 23 carries is acceptable, but you can’t fumble at the goal line.

Today we spent P-day at one of the most famous beaches in Florianopolis. The Praia Mole. If you translated it, it would be SOFT BEACH. Don’t worry, we got out before noon, which means that we were gone before anyone else showed up, and we stayed a good distance from the beach that is “clothing-optional” (don’t ask). We went with the zone leaders and a few of the sisters in the zone. By the way, I’m currently serving on the island of Florianopolis in the Agronomica Ward. My area is pretty big, it’s full of hills, and the ward has between 70 and 80 at church each week. The ward has been “dry” for a little while, but we’ll see if we can’t fix that a little bit.

It turns out that Elder Huber (from BYU) is serving with Elder Santana (who I trained) in a ward on the other side of the bridge. Today we ran into them at Pizza Hut (yes. Pizza Hut) and we’ve started our official plans to play basketball. It might seem like a conspiracy, but President Queiroz played with them this morning. Elder Huber seemed a little too happy to inform me that the play of the game was when he blocked the President’s hook shot. We’ll see if I don’t have any of my own stories next week.

We are currently teaching William, a 15 year old who is really excited about the church. He’s been to church twice now, we to a ward activity to play soccer last weekend, and just got signed up to go on a stake camping trip. If all goes well he’ll be getting baptized next week, and the rest of his family should follow shortly.

Life is good, the hills were worth the wait, and I’m fine so stop worrying about me.

Learning to climb… again,
Elder Haws(mo)