SUP.
I had my first baptism yesterday! Hooray! Carol, one of those two girls who I mentioned last week, came to church with us and decided to be baptized later that day. Unfortunately, I wasn't there to see it; in fact, I didn't even know she was baptized until after I came home for the night.
The zone leaders are staying with us for a few days, so we're doing divisions until they leave. I spent my whole day making contacts with another elder and a member, and none of us had a cell phone at the time. We came home before my actual companion, who showed me a picture of him and the girl in baptismal attire and congratulated me on my first baptism. Fart.
I'm not really upset about it, but I wish I could have at least been there for it. Oh well. It's more important that she chose to be baptized than that I wasn't there to witness it.
Other than that, my week was pretty normal. Kind of. It's hard to compress my week into one email because the days are so long and packed with events. But, a few things of note:
We had interviews with my mission president on Tuesday in Pirassununga. We took a bus to the chapel there, where I stumbled through my interview. It was rough. He doesn't speak a whole lot of English, so he just asked me some simple questions. I felt discouraged, though, because I don't have any missionary friends here yet (we met up with our zone, and I didn't know anyone) and I couldn't even communicate with my mission president, who is supposed to strengthen and counsel me.
Then we took a bus back home. Thing is, we had to stop and switch buses in a town called Aguaí. The bus that we were supposed to take was coming from São Paulo, which was experiencing heavy rainfall at the time. Our bus couldn't make it, and a new one wouldn't show up until 6 that night. So we spent five hours or so making contacts with people. We didn't have any of our proselyting stuff (copies of the Book of Mormon, pamphlets, etc.) because of interviews. It was almost impossible to make any meaningful contacts because of that. The rain didn't help, either. People don't want to listen to you when it rains, and it rained a lot this week.
My companion ate a salgado (unhealthy stuff inside a pocket of fried bread dough) a few nights ago and became really sick the next day. He did nothing but sleep and puke all day. I gave him a blessing (my first ever!), but it looked like we just had to wait it out. I studied all day (almost read Our Search for Happiness cover to cover) while he recovered.
Oh! Something I forgot to mention last week: I'm kind of the ward (/branch) organist. I played in sacrament meeting last week, and it looks like I will be for the rest of my time here in Mococa. It's terrifying to accompany people right now, but I want to help these people in whatever way I can. And even though I'm not great at playing the piano, I think I may be better at that than Portuguese.
Anyway, all is well here. I appreciate your prayers and love all of you very much.
luv
booga
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