Freefalling

From March 1

This week was a crazy busy week. President Cordón gave me a huge project to do. It took me all week to do. On Thursday we worked all the way to 9:00 at night. On Thursday we worked for over 12 hours straight in the office doing this. I had to make booklets for all of the ward mission leaders. We printed, literally, thousands and thousands of pages. We had to come in on our Pday and finish it up. That's why I get to write today, because we didn't get to have P day yesterday. 

   Last P day we went and got wings. I've been missing wings. 

    This week we celebrated my birthday in two different members houses. (Better late then never I guess.) We made Pizza at our Ward mission leaders house. The Gochez family, a recent convert family that's super awesome (when I was sick with Bronchitis I stayed with Brother Gochez for hours everyday while my comp went on divisions and worked. They now have adopted me as their son. Sorry Mom and Dad.) and they threw a surprise birthday party. It was really nice. 

     The same day as the party we went to back to a house that we had visited before. We had talked to the husband and he told us to come back. I could tell that the wife was a little hostile. We returned and the husband wasn't their. We were at their gate and I could see the wife and daughter. We said,"¡Hola Buenas!" and they didn't respond. We said it three more times and finally the wife came over and started chewing us out. She told us that she is the wife of the owner of the house and she doesn't receive Mormons. I tried to ask her why but she just told us very angrily that is would be better if we just left. I didn't convey it very well but that is probably the meanest anyone has ever been to me on my mission. I laughed at her and left. We have not returned. 

    On Sunday we had a Tarde de Hermanamiento. That is when a bunch of members and investigators get together to have a lesson and then maybe play a game and have a treat. It's basically a Family Night but in the afternoon. After that we were leaving El Ranchador. I don't know if I have explained what El Ranchador is but its a Canton that is really ghetto. Anyways we were in the street and a bus was going to pass us. I was on one side of the street and Elder Paravato was on the other. The bus passed between us and when it had past I saw something very funny. I saw some leaves rustling and then I saw Elder Paravato's head pop up from a hole that is about six feet deep. When the bus passed he stepped back and fell into a ditch. We were with a bunch of women from the Relief Society and we just all started busting up. It was hilarious. He wasn't really hurt so it's alright. 

  I forgot to tell you guys that we moved houses about a month ago. Our new house is way bigger and nicer. Both the areas Paraíso 1 and Paraíso 2 live there now. We got the big room. Our room has AC which is pretty dang sweet. I'll send you pictures of it next week. It also has a counter with cupboards. Also pretty dang sweet. Anyways one of the Elders from Paraíso 1 hurt his back. His name is Elder Brizzee. He's from Idaho. He broke his back a couple years ago but then re hurt it here. He couldn't hardly walk. He had to go home this week so now we have a trio. I hate seeing missionaries go home. However it's way better to go home for a physical problem than it is for being iniquitous.     

 That was my week.

Thanks for everything. 

-Elder Rowberry

PS You're welcome for the longer letter.