Remember last week when I mentioned that it was a relatively uneventful week? Be careful what you wish for. This week was a little too eventful for my liking. Last Wednesday, we started off pday by going to the mercado after emailing and buying some fresh fish. But they had some crazy cool fish that they had just brought in from the ocean, and they were huge! So I started taking some pictures, well they loved that the Amerikana was taking pictures, so they put some plastic bags on my hands so they won't stink, and then they start having me hold huge fish to get pictures with. It was way too hilarrious. Then we went home, and Sister Villacorte put me in charge of cleaning the fish. These fish were whole! It's a good think I spent the last 20 years of my life watching dad clean fish every summer. I think dad would have been proud. I wasn't quite as smooth as him, but I did it. That night we got my Christmas packages! We all loved it. We feasted on American snacks and decorated the house with our new Christmas decorations and had so much fun. The weirdest thing was that it smelled like home. It kept throwing me for a loop.Thursday I got a package from Nanay Naveo in Carcar. It was filled with four of the most magical nanay shirts you have ever seen. I'll send pictures next week. And the Andersons called us to take us out to dinner instead of saying goodbye. There may have been some teary eyes that evening.
Saturday was madness. We were able to do a service project out in a place called Macasilao. It is the most bukid part of our entire mission. Mind you, San Carlos is already in the middle of no where. Well we got on a jeepney for forty minutes, and then after that we got on a motor and went up for a thirty minute ride just over mountain ranges. It was amazing. We drove past wild monkeys! And it was the most amazing breathtaking view I have ever seen. I truthfully think that I was the only Amerikana these people had ever seen. People were running out of their houses screaming and pointing at me. It was the craziest experience of my entire life. We made it to the Elders area and went to the humblest "church" I have ever seen. They meet under a green canopy tent. And we built them bamboo benches to sit on. They are the most amazing humble saints i have ever met. Living on top of a mountain in the middle of o where, going to church under a green canopy tent. We went back home, and upon my arrival I realized I didn't have my wallet, and that the last place I had it was the jeepney. Ugh, more tears. But I got it all figured out to cancel everything and what i would need to do. And then as I was going to bed, President McCurdy texted to let me know he was sorry that had happened to me, and to check if I was alright. What a sweet man.
Tuesday: Another day filled with goodbyes, and the hardest of all, my little guadalupe gang. My little band of misfit boys. And as we walked out of Guadalupe, I had to stop and say one last goodbye. I stopped at Edgardos grave, and said one last goodbye to my boy. It was a great week, but also a dang hard week. Also, last night Sister Minguez got special permission to call me and say goodbye before she went home. I love that crazy girl.
Sister Carlee Beyer