I want to respond to Dad's email first. Oh, I have already noticed how prominent a reputation is here in the mission. Whenever we have exchanges I try to be an example of following the schedule, and also with my companion. He's not really too bad with the schedule.
Haha, I don't know where you're looking, but these past few days have been freezing cold [we wrote him saying we noticed it will be 80 degrees later this week in Botucato]. Right now I'm trying to type with stiffened fingers due to the cold. It might just be that the houses have poor ventilation - many times the sun has been out and shining but its still chilly outside and even colder inside. I am so glad I brought sweaters! Especially the thicker gray one, which is for some reason uncommon here. I kind of wish I had brought sweat pants, but really that would just be more weight and less space for the majority of my mission. We don't really wear our suits at all, only with meetings with the Presidente and sometimes to church.
Okay, some other stuff - a member handed us two avocados. Elder Hill just wants to throw them away. I would like to make guacamole or something delicious out of them (btw, its true that here avocados are eaten with sugar, its actually really good). Mom could you include or send a guacamole recipe? For some reason I've become a lot more interested in cooking stuff. Today I'm going to try to make Oreo balls.
Okay, I neglected to mention this in last week's email but I'm going to share a funny experience. A member of our ward whose name is Z took us out to eat at this restaurant. It was really good, but I felt a little sick afterwards. I shrugged it off thinking I had just eaten a little much. We walked around, visiting people, and I started to feel more and more queasy, my head felt clammy, all that jazz. I offered a silent prayer that I would be able to make it through the day. We were walking around and I told Elder Hill I wasn't feeling great. So we walked into a bar to get some Coca-Cola (the remedy for upset stomach here). Elder Hill pointed out the bathroom, I walked in and BLEEEEEGHHH threw up in the toilet. When I finished another guy came in wanting to use the bathroom. Uh, um momento. I walked over to the bartender and asked if he had any paper or tissue, and he said no. Oh well. I must have been really in a daze because I just returned to the bathroom, rinsed my hands off and left, the toilet still with puke all over the seat. When Elder Hill and I returned to give back the Coca bottle and cups the bartender handed me a roll of tissue paper, gave me a look, and told me to clean the mess up. So I wiped it up. What a memorable experience. I'll let you decide if you want to include that in the blog! [how could we not!]
Elder Bradford
Some pictures from AJ (click on them for larger image)...
| This is our zone. BOTUCATU! We had transfers yesterday (Elder Hill and I both stayed) |
| This one is an inside joke. I found this at our local supermarket (the cheapest brand too). I have some friends who will appreciate this. |
| Pictures of our chapel in Botucato. A nice building isn't it? |











