Querido familia y amigos,
This week. Wednesday, we got to teach the English class. It was so fun. The elders just asked us to do a review of what they taught last week, so we reviewed clothes, but they already knew about clothes. Then they started asking questions about spelling and pronunciation, so we explained the vowels and the circumstances when they're pronounced differently and why, and they loved it. It was so cool to see them understand.
Thursday, we went back to the church because Grosera (Hermana Guevara (: ) said she was going to meet us there to give us dinner because her kids had to come to the dance practice. Well, okay. So, there's a Regional Spanish Conference by the temple in Bellevue on October 27th that we are not allowed to go to because it is outside of the mission boundaries. Our branch and the other branches in the North West side on Washington have been asked to perform an authentic Mexican dance from Jalisco that I have forgotten the name of, but looks super cool.
So we went to the church at 5, and brought Elizabeth and George so that they could come to a lesson with us afterward. Grosera was unable to come because there was a football game or something, but Elizabeth and George danced, and I took a lot of pictures. (:
Afterwards, we went to find 'Juan.' We had been phone contacting a week before (calling the people in the phone we don't know so that we can have more people to teach), and he said we could come by and sent his address. We didn't realize until we were on our way that it was the Elder's area, and once we realized that, we decided that we would just do How to Begin Teaching, then pass him off.
So we're driving down the creepiest street ever (the street he lives on), and we're not sure which house is his, so we're looking at all the houses to see the numbers. The one we were pretty sure was his, there were people staring at us ominously from the windows. So we found a place to park, prayed, and were about to get out of the car when this guy that looked like a biker came over and asked if we were lost. We said no, that we were looking for a specific house, and we had found it, and he told us to move our car and park closer to the house because this was a really safe neighborhood and we might freak someone out.
So we move and park in front of the house, and as we're walking up to the steps, oh my goodness. It was like some horror movie. These creepy kids come out, and they greet us creepily, and one tells us that it's his birthday. Not wanting to show that we're freaked out, we offer them stickers. Seriously, these kids were creepy, but nothing on the mom. After they each take a sticker, they let us pass to the door, where the mom is waiting. She was talking in a childish, singsongy voice, and at first, we thought she was sticking thread in her mouth, but halfway through our conversation, in which she was telling us that her husband was not at home, and that we were welcome to come in, but he's the only one that would want to learn, she pulled the thread away from her mouth, and we saw that it was strung on a needle, and she'd been poking this needle into her teeth.
So we left, because 'Juan' wasn't there, and as we were leaving, it started raining really hard, and a truck pulled up next to us. It was 'Juan,' and he apologized for being late, and said that he still wanted us to come over, but another day. The rain going home was so creepy, it'd pour like crazy, then stop out of no where, then rain super hard again.
But the next day was good. We knocked on this house, and met this 11 year old and his aunt. This 11 year old just came from Mexico, and he is so prepared!! We're going back to see him again on Tuesday.
Love you all!!
Hermana Miller.
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