This week was a week of adjusting, but super good.
My sector is HUGE. It makes me excited and want to cry all at the same time. My companion is what you would call your typical latina spice. She's a convert of 5 years and used to be evangelico, so she knows how to bible bash. It's a good time. No, but really it's a good time. ;) She also has labeled me as the mormon Taylor Swift, so things are looking good.
The ward is so sweet and it's been weird to have lunch in members actual houses! They've made me feel really loved.
Needless to say I miss Republica way too much still. Thinking about some of the people I taught and the members makes me cry a lot more than I cried from missing my family at the beginning of my mission. I may never see some of those people ever again, but they sure marked my heart SO MUCH! I guess I have the hope that one day we'll meet again, and I sure hope I did my part to teach them the gospel.
Saury, if you're reading this...please email me! I want to hear from you guys so much! Sorry we didn't get to say goodbye. ;(
Also, Hermana Aspitia went home and holy cow I miss that girl. How grateful I am for a trainer who loved and taught me so much.
This week we found some precious hatianos and taught them spanish. One of them said to me "I have a friend in Chile named Brinkerhoff". I DIED. So cute.
Also, we were teaching this less active family who recently lost a son, I started talking about my brother and the testimony I have of eternal families. Before the lesson the dad was super rude, but as soon as I started talking about my brother I literally saw his cold heart defrost, and we ended up having an awesome lesson with them.
This morning was by far one of the funniest and saddest mornings of my mission.
One of the girls I lived with got locked in the bathroom for four hours! Four hours. The middle part broke and there was no getting her out. The zone leaders came and tried for three hours to get her out of the bathroom. Imagine this...one from Brazil, 2 from Colombia, and a gringo trying to get poor Hermana Zomban out of the bathroom. One of them ended up cutting his finger and might need stitches, the gringo Eagle Scout ended up finally getting the door open. It was a morning for the books. I took some priceless videos and pictures. Enjoy. We all died laughing.
Love ya! XOXO
Hermana Brinkerhoff (P.S. No one here can say my name. It's always "Brink....ya no blah, blah, blah."