I know that my email to you guys will look the same this week, but now it has a special scent of Américo Brasiliense. That's right: I was transferred today. That means that I'm in some scary new place with a scary new guy with no idea what I'm doing or where I'm going.
Sometimes the mission is scary.
I took a bus from Birigui to Ribeirão Preto at 11:50 last night. We made it to Ribeirão at around 5:30 this morning, and then I took another bus to get to here. I'm exhausted.
My new area is a little city called Américo Brasiliense, which is easily the weirdest name for a city that I've seen yet on my mission. It's basically a part of a bigger city called Araraquara (say that ten times fast), which is where the rest of the stake is located. The irmão who drove us here passed by the church on the way to the house. Actually, it's not really a church. It's more like a tiny little house on a corner. I still haven't gone in, but it looks teeeeeeeny tiny from the outside. I hear the Church has already purchased the spot for a chapel, so we need to work really hard to turn the branch into a ward. Or something.
My new companion's name is Elder Nobre. He's Brazilian. We don't really know each other yet, so I don't have much to report there. We're getting whitewashed in this area (that means we're both getting transferred here at the same time), so we both have a lot to learn.
Oh, the area that I just left is closed now. Actually, the last area I had been to before that was also closed this transfer. The mission is really struggling to keep areas open because there are so few new missionaries getting here. I'm bummed because we just baptized Franciele, and now she won't have the missionaries' support to keep her going.
It was hard to say goodbye. It seems like every time I get transferred, I see how much I came to love the place that I lived in, in spite of all the heartaches and difficulties. Like, I was pulling my hair out trying to get something to happen in my last area, but even still, I bawled as sacrament meeting was ending.
Funny story: I interviewed a 40-ish-year-old lady and her two little sons this week for baptism. They all passed and were baptized on Saturday. I found out later that the lady thought I was so flippin' beautiful that she couldn't even look at me during the interview because she was getting embarrassed. And then she asked me to baptize her. So I did! Woo!
Don't worry, though -- she would have been baptized either way. And I am still just another ugly dude.
Oh yeah, Happy Valentine's Day! And Happy Birthday (yesterday), Mom!! I love you!
Beijos
Elder Wiggins
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