Dear Family,Supposedly it´s fall now, but I don´t feel a difference. The other day, my companion said two magical words that put us into a 5 minute trance- ¨Ceiling Fans¨. Some day, some day.
Our district class is in English, because me, my comp, the Zone Leaders and my district leader and his comp are all greeeeeeengos. I consider it a blessing to hear the doctrine taught in my own language...or, better said, my own language in a southern accent because our District Leader is from Georgia. He sometimes gets the Revolutionary and Civil Wars mixed up ¨The yankees are coming!¨ but we appreciate the effort he puts into our classes and the practices. Having good leaders really makes a difference in the attitude of the mission.Well, the week took an interesting turn after lunch. My poor companion hadn´t been feeling good, but she assured me she was up to working. Post-lunch we took a pit stop in a park, where my companion promptly began dry heaving and having bad stomach pain. I told her to drink her water, which made the pain worse but also helped to liquefy her lunch and she promptly vomited. I might have sympathy vomited a little, too. Good news is, we were in the farthest away street possible from our house. That made for a fun, hot, pukey walk home. And yes, it was just as pleasant as it sounds.