Elder Rice, se va!..... A quedar!

Well, we got the dreaded changes phone call, andddd.... Elder Rice Stays! I now have at least 6 more weeks of fun in the unbearable sun and 42 more ice cold showers. Other than that though I am actually really excited to be staying here!

 

Working in a branch instead of a ward is way more fun! This whole week went be ridiculously fast... We baptized the Rosales family last Sunday, and a ton of people came. It was pretty cool!

The Rosales family got married on Saturday and baptized on Sunday. Jovani signing the paperwork

Right before the baptism. I came out looking pretty good in this one ;)

Griselda Signing those papers :)

I learned a great lesson about repentance this week! Just a little background: here they have what are called Pilas, where you can wash your clothes and your dishes and stuff. They are basically like 3 cement sinks side by side, the one in the middle just holds water and the other two are where you pour the water over whatever you are washing. Our pila had a spot that kept growing mold on it, and we would keep washing it off, and it just grew back again in like 2 hours. It was insane how fast it grew.  I got in there with a scrub brush and some pure bleach and went at it, left, and 3 hours later it was back. I noticed that where the mold was growing, the paint had been worn off, and it only grew there. So I came up with a genius plan. I would use the spray paint left over from a prior project (see personalized yard and garden tool) and I would repaint that spot.  I went to work and made a cool stencil. The only problem was all I had was red and black. So I go ahead and just put it on there and it looks awesome. I was quite proud of my work.

The next day, looking at it in better light, it just looked like somebody had tagged our pila. Knowing that house inspections would be coming shortly, like a thief in the night, I was left to worry over what our mission president was going to say when he came to inspect our house. I didn´t waste any time in beginning to undue the danger I had done. I bought some sandpaper and started scrubbing... and scrubbing, and scrubbing... Very slowly the paint started to come off and show the bare concrete. Finally after much suffering, I got it down to a bare spot without any paint, but it still looked pretty ugly.  I went on over to the local hardware store and bought a can of spray paint that matched the pila, and covered up the damage left over from my mistake. All in all the pila looks the same as it started, but I had to do a ton of work. I’ll let you draw your own repentance analogy from that.

Love, Elder Rice