Hola from Danielle...

Talked with our girlie this morning...she sounds fantastic!

Here is her letter for the week ~ enjoy!

 

Hola!

Last night we got out of an appointment and started walking down the street to our car, but decided that instead of driving somewhere else, we'd just walk a minute to a less active members home a few streets away.

On the way there we met a man who was cleaning his bbq with a big stick.

We said hello!

He said hello, but had very little English.
Then his wife came out and she had just a little more English than him.
They were very nice, but since we couldn't really talk to them we just asked about how the game went and figured we'd keep on walking.

"Do you want some juice?"

"Oh, that's okay..."

"OKAY! I will get juice! Come! Sit!"

So there we sat, sipping some juice on the porch.

Our new friends were from Argentina! 

We learned that Argentina just lost to Germany, but our friends weren't even mad! They were so happy!

After a minute their 12 year old daughter came out, and she spoke very well. She translated for us for a while.

As it turns out, her dad knew Mormon missionaries in Argentina about 30 years ago, and he kept saying things like,

 "I haven't been around a mormon for 30 years. 

Thank you so much for being here.

 I am so happy you are here.

 I love the Mormons. 

God blesses the Mormons. 

The mormons are the kindest, most caring people I've ever met. 

The mormon church is the closest to God." 

And he went on and on, thanking us for being in his home and asking us to pray and the whole bit.

IT WAS AMAZING! 

The food was slightly scary, especially since I don't really like meat to begin with, and things like blood sausage, intestines, and "unique chicken" make me a little uneasy... haha.

But they were so nice!!!

We are going back with the Hermana's this week to start teaching them, and for homemade pasta :)

Well, we have to leave, because we have an appointment in just a few minutes, so we say our goodbyes, and walk outside.

Where is our car?

Ohhhh shoot....

So we walk collectedly around the corned, 

and then RAN LIKE CRAZY to our car.

Should you ever look out your window and wonder, 

"Why are those girls running like bandits in pencil skirts carrying super heavy bags and a plate of food?"

 the answer is, 

Sister Missionaries.

Adios!

Sister Lytle