Vera Cruz Week 2

Week #72

Portuguese phrase of the week, Unha encravada! That means ingrown toenail. It makes missionary work a joy, so much that we didn't do very much Saturday and Sunday because of the pain. I had it taken out today and I feel much better. I didn't take any pictures, sorry.

Other good news, I found my batteries. I had actually packed them and when I reorganized everything in my suitcases, I found a few things I had forgotten about. We really don't need everything we're told to bring. 

Sister Thorpe, thank you for never missing a holiday and General Conference. I have a stack of cards from you. I think you've written me more letters than anybody else. (That is a hint for everybody else). I think they all got to me.

Mom, I haven't received your package yet, but we have a zone conference this week and usually they bring packages and letters. We'll see if it's shown up yet. 

I've been thinking a lot about how many friends I have living and sharing the Gospel in various parts of the world and am always amazed at how universal the Gospel is. Whether we're eating Wienerschnitzel, feijoada, sushi, or hamburgers, we all need the same truths. It really is wonderful.

I'm starting to think about things to bring home. Santa Cruz has a lot of great stuff.

This week we met Márcio. He was already thinking about searching out the Church, changed his usual running route and we met him. After a wonderful first lesson, he came to Church by himself and said he'll bring his son next week. We are very excited and very blessed to have met him. It's good to see miracles like that. 

Until next week. 

Elder Dickson