A dangerously acute account of 18 months in Nicaraguan Territory.
So, in Nicaragua, in Chinandega, in El Viejo, there is a man. No one really knows his name, but everyone calls him the Taxi Driver. He’ll get you anywhere for 5 cordavos (20cents), and even though it’s a slow service, he always gets you there safe.
So we’re walking down the street in Divisions and my companion says, “hey, it’s the Taxi driver”. It’s this man walking quickly down the street. His left arm extended in front of him and his right arm out to the side, forming an L-shape. My companion says, “we’re gonna take a taxi. TAXI!!” The man buzzes right up and says “where you going?” She replies “one block east from the cemetery” He says “Alright, let’s go, hop on in!” I was chuckling as my companion opened an imaginary door about 3 steps behind the man. She motioned me to follow, and I did so, “shutting” the door behind me. He glanced back and said “Shut it harder” So I “opened” and “shut” the door again. “Ok” he says, and then we were off, walking inhumanly fast to keep up with the taxi driver. He got us there in good time and then headed off to “drive” someone else to an important date. Oh, the simple joys of living in Nicaragua. J
We also had a lovely surprise when we got home from church yesterday. I don’t know what it is about Sunday nights, but these giant spiders just love to pass the Sabbath day by in the houses of lovely young sister-missionaries. This time wasn’t nearly as epic because my companion was actually helping me to kill it and we were able to trap it and confine it to a small space. Thus, the kill was rather unexciting, but it did remind us of the importance of being prepared.
More unexpected than a tarantula in our house, was a member of our bishopric passed away on Sunday morning. It was really sad because we had just finished a giant service project the night before. It actually had enough community support that the money he needed for his operation was donated. The other sad part is that his parents, who belong to a different church, did not allow members of our congregation to enter the funeral. Even though it was very VERY sad, you couldn’t help but smile just a little, knowing that Hermano Antonio was finally free from his infirmity and doing an amazing job of preaching the gospel in the spirit world. For as Christ said “I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me though he were dead, yet shall he live”
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