5 February 2013

Well it has been a time, thus I am writing, much to say, little time to say it.  Last night we were coming home from one of our many shopping trips.  Much traffic.  I drove up to a car in front of me.  It was the far right lane.  We were waiting for the light to change.  The car we were behind was one of those taxis driving all around the city.  Well, after a time I saw a guy leave a little shop around the corner holding a drink in his hand.  He walked around the car, got in the drivers seat just as the light turned green and drove off.  I half expected him to stop at the next corner, with his passengers all waiting, (for his car was full of people), go and pick up a taco or burger, or something, plop back into the car and drive off.  We really have seen it all I believe, but as soon as I say that, we see something else that totally amazes us.

Then the other day, I was driving down this street and all the cars were coming straight for me.  I was frustrated  and ask, 'What do they think they are doing?"  My sweet navigator quietly, and rapidly said, "You are going down a one way street and you are the one out of place"  She was right of course.  But with the drivers down here, you never know. So I quickly got myself out of there.

I finished my little "passalong" cards.  Got them printed and the missionaries are excited and using them as a tool.  The  people down here are so outgoing, accepting and wonderful.  So when we/they meet someone we don't have time to convert, we give them this card, with names and numbers so they can contact us.  We shall see how, if it works.

This is front and back.  I had this revelation, feeling, or something long ago before we ever received our  mission call that I needed to create one of these.  The people love their country, thus their flag in the middle, and on the back a quote about the promise land from the Book of Mormon.  

Here is one of the many places where the man hole cover has been stolen, and someone has placed a tree in the hole to prevent a small car from being swallowed up by  the undertows of the secrets of the lower city.  I assume there is a lower city down there, but I don't know.

That is about all I have in my mind, cept classes I get to teach soon.  Much to say, but my companion will share more later today, I believe.