Dear Family,
We have had quite the crazy week. It has been up and down and all over the place like a roller coaster. But I choose to relate more of the positive and funny moments of the week:
On Tuesday we were doing some contacting because we are in desperate need of finding new people to teach. We talked to a man named Rene, who was nice and kind of positive. Then we continued up the hill and decided to contact this two story green house. A little old lay came out on the balcony to talk to us. She was super nice and invited us to come in. We only had about 15 minutes before we had to be at the church to teach English so we decided to go in and do something short and sweet. We walked in and she, Sister Figaroa, started showing us all the pictures of her family. We sate down and were about to start when she asked if we wanted something to drink. I thought about how little time we had but didn't want to offend so I said yes to her offer. She went to the kitchen and a minute later returned with two glass cups filled with a tanish liquid. I took mine and noticed that there was some kind of foam on top....weird. But my mission has taught me to just eat of drink whatever is given to me, no matter how it tastes or looks. So both Sister Hirschi and I took a sip of the strange juice. I was shocked at the taste! It have tasted some nasty drinks on the the mission but this one was, by far, the foulest one ever! My mind was working overtime to figure out what it was. Sister Hirschi must have been thinking the same thing because she asked, "What king of juice did you say this was again?" Sister Figaroa told us that it was Coke. I have drunk a lot of Coke and I was positive that it was NOT Coke. At that moment I realized that the nasty taste in my mouth was the same as the horrible smell that I smell on drunk men everyday....IT WAS BEER!!!! I had just drunk beer! What?! I started freaking out inside, trying to find a way to get rid of the rest of the beer without having to drink it. I formulated a panicked plan to ask to use the bathroom and dump the liquid down the sink or toilet. Maybe the old lady wouldn't notice. Right then someone called Sister F into the kitchen.She is in her 80s and her kids don't trust her so they have hired a lady to live with their mom to take care of her. It was this "live-in" that had called Sister F. to the kitchen. The instant she left the room, Sister Hirschi and I turned to each other and freaked out. She too had realized that it was beer and had formulated her own panicked plan to go throw it over the balcony. We were freaking out and trying to hold back our laughter when Grandma returned. "I am SO sorry. I gave you beer! WE had a mothers' day party and my children brought over beer and coke. I thought I gave you coke but it was really beer. I am so sorry!" The live-in was the one who had realized what had happened. ha! She took the drinks from us and handed us new cups with a clear liquid this time; now we were on edge and wondered if it was Vodka this time. ha! But after taking a smell, we realized it was Sprite. I guzzled it down in an attempt to get the terrible taste of beer out of my mouth. By this time all of our time was gone but we couldn't just walk out so we talked for a minute and offered to sing a song and say a prayer before leaving. We start to sing Families Can Be Together Forever but I couldn't hardly sing because I had to hold back my incredible need to laugh my guts out. Sister Hirschi basically sang a solo and offered the prayer as I concentrated on not laughing. As politely as possible we rushed out of the house. WE started walking up the hill to the church and we couldn't hold back the laughter anymore. Once we calmed down Sister Hirschi said, "Sister Heap, I think I am drunk." ha! We laughed some more. I started sucking on mints because I felt like I still stunk of beer. The whole rest of the night I could smell beer on me and was panicking. What if our investigators smelled it?! I think it was just my imagination or maybe my guilty conscience. ha! What an adventure. Neither Sister Hirschi or I had ever in our lives drunk an alcoholic beverage. We can now say that we drank more beer on our missions than ever before! I definitely had to so some repenting.
This week was also Sister Hirschi's 22nd birthday. We ate some really good cake and celebrated. One of the spiritual highs of the week was last night. We were teaching Ryan- a 17 year old who we have been teaching for 3 months- about the importance of prayer. At the end we finally got him to say his first vocal prayer every. And it was an AWESOME prayer! It is amazing to feel the spirit and see changes in people. I love it!
So the thing is, I really don't know what is going to happen next week. I just found out that I will be flying to El Salvador on Sunday instead of Tuesday because that is the only day that there are flights now. Crazy! So I think that this will be my last normal email home. I can't wait to see you all soon! Love you!!!
Sista Heap
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