Bolivia, Jardin—Week 3

Feliz dia Mama!

Dearest Family and Friends,

First off, “Happy Mothers Day” to all my “moms.” Each and everyone reading this have been grand influences in my life. I know without a shadow of a doubt that you are all a small part of the person I am today and are a part of the reason I’m in Bolivia serving the Lord. Thanks to all of my Primary, Sunday School, Young Women’s, and Relief Society teachers, best friends’ moms, and everyone else who have made a difference in my life. I won’t name names because I can hardly remember English, and I know that I will forget at least one. But truly, you are all great influences in my life!

And to my wonderful mother, you are the best. I love you so much and I’m so grateful for the great influence you have been in my life. My talents, my knowledge, and my testimony have been greatly influenced by you and your role as a wife and mother. Thanks, Mom. I love you!


 

I forgot my camera cord, but in short, this week was good. We mostly did a lot of walking and had a bunch of people who didn’t want to open their doors, but that’s normal.

We did have the baptism for “A” and it was really great. His son wasn’t able to get baptized because his mom didn’t give him permission, but he'll keep coming to church and eventually get baptized.

Well, it’s been a while since I’ve written one of these, so here goes:

You Know You Are in Bolivia When . . .
—all the holidays are different because they want to be different from everyone else
—you knock the door of a drunk man and you have to ask him very politely to put some clothes on
—the lady that cooks for you puts a chicken foot in your soup—yum!
—you have to wash your shoes every day because of all the dirt and mud
—you find a grasshopper as big as your hand

That’s all for this week. I love you all so much.

xoxo

Hermana Nelson