A dangerously acute account of 18 months in Nicaraguan Territory.
(HELLO,HELLO,HELLO,HELLO,HELLO,HELLO) HELLO AGAIN TO ALL MY FRIENDS TOGETHER WE CAN MAKE
SOME ROCK AND ROLL
This week was awesome, mostly because of all of the great sensations experienced.
My favorite by far was that of pizza. We spoiled ourselves and splurged on Pizza Hut. Never before have I appreciated so much the taste of America. It was definitely worth the ridiculously amount of money we spent.
We also had something that felt like a trip to the dentist…
Yesterday I ate my first pineapple off the streets and it was SO good. I ended up eating half of it. I had just finished off the bag when I noticed my tongue start to tingle and within two minutes, I couldn´t feel it at all. Alarmed I turned to my companiona and said ¨blermana, que bahso?!?¨ She laughed for the longest time and then told me that the pineapples are super acidic here and for some reason they tingle the nerves on your tongue especially when you eat quite a bit. What a unique quality for a fruit to have! I´m pretty sure I can somehow commercialize this and make millions......somehow ;)
We´ve been having lots of stretches of time without electricity, which is rough when it´s so hot and your fan is your best friend. However, we made up for it by playing the game electricity at ward “Friendshipping” night. It was really really fun, especially how ridiculously slow these people catch on to a game. I don´t think I´ve ever met a less competitive group of people. It was essentially the EXACT OPPOSITE of a Beatty reunion. But it was loads of fun, only in a different way.
I also had quite a scare this week when we were calmly teaching Milton about the Holy Ghost he was to receive the next day, when a crazy lady approached the patio and stuck a knife through the grate. Brandishing it around, she said ¨quiere comprar (you want to buy)¨ in my head I was thinking ¨Are you insane lady? Get that knife away from our heads, you’re going to cut someone´s eye out!¨ Instead, I just looked scared and said ¨no¨ a million times. When she finally left, Milton looked at us and said ¨that was scary¨. At least I know I wasn´t alone in my fear of crazy old ladies with knives for sell.
We are still both teaching this family who really wants to go to the temple, but has not yet been baptized. We had a lesson with them this past week with a member from our ward, Hermana Brenda. I´ve never met a more missionary-focused member in my life! She shared such a strong testimony with them, but even more, she became their friend. She feeds us quite often, gives us rides, lets her kids teach me English. One time I asked her why she helps the missionaries so much. She said ¨Hermana Beatty, without missionaries, I would still be a hopeless mom with three kids, with a family that would dissolve at death´s door. I wouldn´t know of the joy of my Savior or the peace we can find at the temple. So of course I´m going to help the very people who brought me so much happiness! ¨
In that moment, I realized I wanted to have that attitude forever, a desire to share this message with everyone, and to help my brothers and sisters with whatever they require.
This week, take a second to think about the message Elder Henry B Eyring shared in the past general conference. We are all here because some missionary knocked on the door of one of our kinsmen. Should we not be grateful enough to help others in doing the same?
Have an excellent week!
hola! I'm Naomi and I love reading, my amazing family, and the color green.