Martes (Tuesday) we were knocking doors and ran into a family. I gave my intro and they asked if I was from the United States? (How'd they know?!) They then told me that their dad spoke English and would love to talk to me. I got really nervous and I started dreaming of the baptism. He invited us in and then...taught us. It turns out that he was some kind of traveling pastor that has lived in Argentina for 7 years. He spent the next hour explaining to me that we don't need works to be saved. I struggled to follow his line of thinking. I patiently listened. I then tried to teach the first lesson in English. It really is hard to change languages like that. I have no idea what the first vision is in English (OK I do..but you get the idea). I then let my companion bear her testimony. She tried in English, but ended in Spanish. Now she knows what its like everyday of my life except I can't give up and talk in English. But the Kicker is as we were walking out I asked for a reference, "do you know anyone that needs to hear about Jesus Christ or could use some service? Because we offer service too." I guess all his friends know Christ. I stepped out his door and BAM! back in Argentina. But, hey, he has been here for 7 years and I speak and understand Spanish better then he does-in your face!
I made pancakes, because I found maple flavoring.
Oh, I played on the play set to celebrate Dia Del Nino...but Argentina is in contention on what day is really "Dia Del Nino" so they celebrate every Sunday of August haha. (Maybe she forgot to attach that photo?)
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The wind with my hair in my face.
On the beach. The picture doesn't do it justice. Jaw dropping! I should have taken a picture of the shacks for houses right on the coast and the rabid dogs.
(Roberts' family reunion t-shirt)
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