I planted a mango tree in a yogurt bottle.
Our Stake President's sister is in my new ward. And a lady that worked at Icon, so she knows dad. She even gave us homemade chocolate chip cookies. There are so many Americans. In the ward, on the streets, just walking around. So much English. We went to the house of the Area President for the Caribbean and asked his wife for references. It´s just a whole different world. I'm going through culture shock all over again being in "almost" America.
We're dividing the area. So now we have one and a half investigators. It's killing me because the thing I've loved the most is teaching. Now we rarely do. This area is huge! It's too big to walk. We walk miles and miles and still have to take some form of transportation or we can't get around it all. My legs have never hurt so badly.
Hermana Safeer is still in Quisqueya. Her new companion is a Puerto Rican that is fluent in both English and Spanish and is a super great person. She'll be super great.
I am still trying to figure out which things are still Dominican and what is American. (Social rules and all.) Is it still ok to stop by without calling? What about catching gua guas (buses)? I'm still trying to figure out the line again of what's normal or not.
This is a picture of Quisqueya (my first area). Now contrast this with big skyscrapers. Piantini (my new area) -it's clean here and actually smells fine and there aren't dogs just running around everywhere. It's so strange! There is air conditioning and padded benches in the ward here. I can't believe it at all.
Carlos. A recent convert. Love this kid!
Carlos and Alejandro with Hna Safeer and Hna Peck - Now our classic Dominican serious face. Yes, they really pose like this.
Hermana Safeer and Hermana Peck with Carla.
Stephanie in her one-room "house".
Mangos are going out of season. What will I do?
So as part of my fast this week, I fasted to be able to love Piantini. Because honestly, the walking more than my entire mission through skyscrapers with no one to talk to and no one to teach, was not my favorite thing. And that afternoon, we ran into the house of an American missionary couple, an attorney for the church, at their house. He happened to have a bunch of references for us from his tennis buddies that he plays with all the time. Solution: I'd just have to go play tennis with them!!!!!!!! Sudden love for Piantini and having the Centro Olimpico, with free tennis courts, in the area. That's what I did this morning.
Today I just played with his teacher. Who was really good and helped me remember that once I knew what good form was. It actually came back fast. It helped me out so much because it made me so happy!
Happy girl!
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