... and the pictures dont work
yeahhhh you will see them next week. lets just say elders like to take selfies.
Well we went on exchanges... and I SAW MY RC FROM DINGRAS. wait. no he didn't get baptized. but his family did! and he will! one day... anyways he was hanging out of a tricee yelling sister sister SISTER! and i was like who.. wha... ALFRED!! come back!!! hahahah it was about the best 15 seconds of my life. i miss them so much! gah.
we also met a dog who was a lion. i don't know if one of its parents was mufasa but this dogs name definately should have been simba (not chow chow... and simba is the root for church (to go to) in tagalog so (english accent) all da bettah!) but this thing had a mane!
also on exchanges in our area i got lost... during lunch. we only have an hour for lunch and we can't be late for studies AND we have to teach before we eat. and NOBODY KNOWS where prito street is!! not even the tricee drivers... so 40 minutes later im stressing and lost and hot... and then MIRACLE. this angel of a tricee man shows up who knows where that is. then i thought i knew where we were while we were directing him and lead him off in the wrong direction. then we got lost again. he just laughed and turned around and asked directions for us and got us exactly to the house. and i forgot to give him a pamphlet! gah! but that was one prayer i forgot to pray but i know Heavenly Father definately sent him to His 2 lost tired stressed (and hungry of course) missionaries. I love Him.
we also met this funny old tatay who swore up and down all his neighbors were mormon and kept asking sister telea if she had a boy friend and how old our dads were. he was a funny... we got a lot of referrals.
Also we taught at this house of a LA (less active) and across the street during the lesson you just hear like a dragon lady going OFF. like ive never heard someone scream so loud... at a child. the kid is just balling inside the house and she is yelling and screaming talking at mock 80 speeds. then you hear her smack the kid and your heart just gets kinda a sick feeling... the same feeling you get when you walk past this old nanay, and she's baliw (crazy... ie she has a mental ilness) and all the little kids are throwing their flip flops at her then running away before she can catch them and just teasing her and laughing. i got so mad on that one i halted one of the leader little kids and told him to be nice to her and gave him a death glare. man if i was his mother... sometimes i have moments where i just am filled with indignant justice and want to call the world to repentance. but im not his mother and im not the police. so ill just keep preaching the thing more powerful then them both. the gospel. I LOVE THIS LIFE LIKE I LOVE DOUGHNUTS.
LOVE AND PEACE