Policei de Federal: It's official! I officially have my Brazilian ID card! On Monday night, all of the new missionaries and their companions rode the bus/train to Sao Paulo and spent the night with the senior missionaries. In the morning, Sister S (the next gen primary president, I swear!) made us french toast and bacon. Oh my heck, after 3 weeks of bread and maracuja for breakfast, it was so good. Then we all made the treck down to the police station. They took our pictures and fingerprints and gave us our OFFICIAL VISAS! WOOHOO. #imabrazilian
C. e Acai:
We had a lesson with a less active member this week. He runs a froyo/acai/sorvete shop. I swear to you, he is the fastest talking man I have ever met in my life. I didnt understand a word he said. My companion had trouble too. They would just talk back and forth and then all the sudden he was giving us keesh. It was soooo good.
4 horas com M....: M. is an investigator that we teach who is about 50ish years old. And let me tell you, he thinks I am hilarious because I speak with such an American accent... probably because the first time I met him, I told him I was from Manaus... oops.
Sisters' Training: This week we also had Sisters Training! Woo! President and Sister T. had all of the Sisters in the mission, about 25, at their house to eat and converse. So FUN! I also got to spend the whole day with Sister C.... so that was a plus.
As Problemas da OniBus: On the way to Sisters Training we had a little... problem. Sao Paulo is a BUSY city and so the trains in the morning are always packed. Like people shoved up against each other, pressed up against the windows packed. its absolutely insane. anyways, we were getting on the train and everyone was pushing and shoving and definitely invading my sister missionary bubble. Before I knew it Sister D. was on the bus and the doors were closing and people were shoving me off and then I was watching the train drive away... ALONE. hahaaha yes. I got left behind at the train station. Thankfully I had already expressed my fear of this event happening to Sister D. before and we had made a plan of what to do in the event that this happened... so I just rode the next train and got off at the next station and had a great reunion with my mission mom haha... it was still scary though.
Pasar Mal: When you have a cold, In Portuguese you say that you are passing evil/bad. really wierd, I know. But anyways, I have my first Brazilian sickness. Some nasty cold. Enough to make me feel terrible, but not enough to stay in bed all day. woof. makes the work miserable.
A Sala de Ingles: In our english class this week we talked all about English expressions and vocabulary words that go along with being sick. :) Then I opened the class up to any questions. They asked me about the wierdest things! For example... one asked me about laser hair removal... what? another asked me about some swear words. haha
Anyways, this week was good. Still don't speak Portuguese, but eventually... haven't gotten any mail yet, but anxiously awaiting ;)