Well, another week has come and gone and I am not sorry to see last week go. It seemed that all of our work for this past transfer went to nothing. Our baptism fell through, Fernando didn't show up to be confirmed and we can't find him, and bishop is ticked with the other missionaries, so he vented it on us. Also, we had emergency transfer this week. Elder R. Silva went to Ceilandia and Elder Hamilton (not of my MTC group, he has one year) is here. He is really nice and a great teacher. I know I'll learn a lot from him. He knows how to make really good examples so people understand.
But I am doing well. I guess the whole mission is having problems, and Elder Nelson of the Twelve will be here next week, so we'll just keep going. I guess some days we're so busy looking at where we're stepping that we forget we are still moving forward.
The other package arrived, which leads me to believe that the Order and Progress of Brasil is not exactly true all the time (this package only took 2 1/2 weeks to arrive, and the first package I sent took 2 months to arrive. Go figure.). And Elder S. Hamilton of my MTC group received a card that was mailed in December for the mission, so it's always interesting. I love all the pictures and letters. The candy is almost gone already, but it was so good. The t-shirt is great (Rise and Shout!) and thanks so much for the garments and space ice cream (freeze-dried ice cream from the Air and Space Museum in D.C.). I was laughing so hard when I received it and laughed even harder when Elder R. Silva freaked after eating a piece.
I'm glad to hear life is crazy and good back home. It's crazy that I am coming up on 6 months. I feel like I don't know anything, but each day I have little experiences that remind me that it doesn't really matter what I know, but that I am willing to do what the Lord wants.
I read a letter from Elder Thornton answering the question if people in Africa ride zebras. I had a good laugh. I was thinking the other day what I could send home that would be cool from Brasil and to be honest, I don't really have anything. If you want a McDonald's or Wal-Mart bag in Portuguese, I could grab one. But to be honest, it's just like the U.S. here. Except for the bathrooms.
Love you all,
Elder Barton
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