I is actually quite comical how sheltered and ignorant we are of life outside of missionary work. We check the bus schedule on dozens of different paper pamphlet bus schedules, we call a number to hear an automated report of the weather, and we plan out in detail which buses and trains to use before we leave our apartment. We carry around a paper "gps" of sorts with every road in Boston. Ah, the 21st century.
Tuesday was a good example of how this week went:
We first went to do some service at the food kitchen, the woman there is hilarious and all the missionaries are her "babies" and we call her "momi."
We then visited an investigator all the way in Dorchester which meant that we had to take the red line for about 40 minutes or so and then walk 15 minutes to her house. She spoke better Spanish than English, and Sis F was very handy when it came to that. She speaks 4 languages (English, Portuguese, Spanish, and a native 2nd language from Paraguay that I can't pronounce right much less spell), she is very helpful with the MANY different language speakers here in the Boston area.
We then had a dinner appointment back in Cambridge so we took the train back for another 40 minutes, then walked to her place for 15 or so minutes. The dinner was great, we ate quinoa and something... we eat A LOT of quinoa. I love it, but it's so funny that we've had it at 5/7 dinner appointments that we've had.
Now starts the typical Sister Preszler stuff:
I had to take out my contact during the appointment, it was really really bothering me at dinner, so I was half blind, I probably stared at people weirdly. I'm sorry.
On the way back we were headed for the bus, and we saw it coming, so we starting running as fast as we can. I'm wearing boots and a long skirt, we are jogging with messenger bags, I almost get hit by a biker first, he yelled at me SO LOUD that everyone around me jumped. Sister F is laughing hysterically and we are running even faster when my depth perception, because of the fact that I have one contact in, fails me and I catch my boot on a grate. It was the first time since I was young that I just fell FLAT on my face, BAM. I couldn't even do anything, there was a moment of, "well I'm going down" and I hit the pavement. I popped up, and between spurts of laughter Sis F asks me if I'm okay, but the best part is the little Chinese man from behind me the saw the whole thing! I look back at him and he stares at me incredulously and all he says is, "YOU WERE RUNNING!" Thank you. Thank you little Chinese man, yes, yes, I was running. So funny.
Anyway I'm sure there is more but I have to go,
love you all
Sister HRP
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