BOCA beat RIVER (soccer teams based in Buenos Aires) this week which actually just meant walking through the streets we could hear people in their houses watching the game and screaming. And then running out of their houses decked out in all blue forming into a parade. Whipping out the trumpets (literally) and beating a ton of drums while they chanted the BOCA theme song. I still don´t know if I support BOCA or RIVER but I did choose to leave my red clothes home for safety.
In other news, my companion is a walking spaz attack and exploded a whole bidon of agua (large water bottle) on the floor this week as she told me "she was an expert" at lifting with her legs and not her back because she did cheer in high school. She started squat waddling across the floor with the whole water bottle and then just spazzed. The water fell and was just dumping everywhere. I screamed and jumped up, cutting my leg on my chair just to add blood to the situation. She picked up the water so it would stop spilling and then we noticed that the bidon actually just broke so it was still shooting water everywhere. Add to this situation the fact that we got new neighbors and they were moving in right as we are screaming. We open the door, throw out the bidon shooting water and then proceed to mop out a ton of water into the outside hall and all over the stairs. I would definitely say it was a great first impression.
I bought my dream crocs this week. They're not even name brand because I was reading in the scriptures about "expensive clothing, and tinkling things" or something like that and decided that I would be able to survive with fake crocs.
We also found some super awesome investigators this week! One time we got to this neighborhood really early for lunch so that we could contact a little bit. We contact this house and this woman comes out who isn´t really that interested, but then she says she will go ask if her husband is interested. We just assume we will never see either of them ever again because it's kind of a classic go-hide-in-my-house move. But then her husband did come out. We started talking and he is actually from Italy. In the end, they invited us in right then and there to eat lunch with them. It was awesome and horrible since we were on the way to lunch right then. But now we are just waiting to receive a Book of Mormon in Italian so that he can understand a little better. Por lo menos (at least) I feel great about my Spanish now because his Spanish is completely horrible.
I just want you to all remember why we celebrate Christmas and all the things that Christ has done for you, its really just incredible.
Oh also, we met this tourist this week who was a missionary in this area in 1969. When he was here there wasn't even one member. It was just him and his companion. And now he came back to find a whole stake and 14 missionaries. I loved being able to talk to him and see that the work of God really is progressing quickly!
Oh yeah, I also decided to make a Christmas tree. I decorated it with flowers and trash I found in the street.
This is us as true Argentines. Crocs. Hand Knit socks. Piel de Mono (literally translates to "monkey skin" Weird.) sweaters. And scrunchies. Also, I found this sweater in the street.
