If you're still reading my emails at this point, you're either one of my parents or have fallen deeply in love with me or something. Hey, I love you guys too, thanks.
Lessons from the week:
- its really hot
- night time field work is the best
- night time runs are the best
- Vladamir/Lenin Putin lives in Lushnje
- Old men are hilarious
Speaking of the Putin guy, we've been spending a few minutes sitting down with the giant congregation of old men playing dominoes the last few days to build our old people connections. This last time we did it though, I sat next to someone who immediately accused us of being spies and then wouldn't tell me his name. Even though we had an old man friend from last time we sat down backing up or validity as normal people, our new friend wasn't convinced. He then pulled out his ID and covered up half of his signature on it so that all that was visible was the name "Vladamir". He then went on to tell us he was Putin and when we didn't believe him he told us he was Vladamir Lenin. That was convincing enough for us. The funniest part about the ID thing though was that he only covered up his signature and not his name where it was actually printed out on the card, so I totally saw his name from the beginning... hahaha.
We had the Berat elders come up to Lushnje for a super exchange because we did some epic service. Wednesday night after family home evening, our good friend Besnik urgently asks us if he can have our help with some fshat work at his place, so we hesitantly agreed though we didn't have much time left in the day. Boy, am I glad we did, because that was the best service I've ever done. We arrive, and turns out he needs us to haul hay, but it's not actually hay it's straw thats been cut from wheat stalks so it's super light and makes us feel super buff and cool. The coolest part though was definitely the tactic of stacking like 8 layers of straw on top of this small trailer behind his tractor. It was nuts and he just tied it all so it wouldn't fall off. The pictures don't even do it justice it was epic. Anyways, with all that explained, of course we called up Berat to come up the next day because we wanted them to take part in the epicness. Not only did we get more epic straw hauling experience, he fed us amazing fshat beef and salad and stuff. He's such a baller.
SIDE NOTE OF IMPORTANCE: Albania doesn't have any dish that is remotely spicy, but apparently they do have some mega hot peppers. Besnik gave us some peppers and so of course I got all excited (because I miss spicy food) and shoved the entire pencil length thing in my mouth and start chewing. The result was that I was crying and almost regretting my very existence for the next 15 minutes. Maybe I'm just not used to spicy food anymore, but that thing was at least a habanero level hot and 3 times the size. The pain just kept getting worse and worse and I had no milk. Besnik was like "bro you're supposed to eat little pieces not all of it at once"
Cool update on the branch: We split into priesthood and relief society for the first time since I got here and it went quite well. Everyone seemed to enjoy it and it seemed to get people more involved. Progress! We also should be sustaining and setting apart a new relief society presidency next week which is dope.
Our teaching pool is still very small. It's basically just Besnik and his family. Other than that we are still trying to work a lot with less actives. Most of the less actives we have been working with have actually become pretty active so thats a win but now we need more less actives to work with hahaha. It's a process.
Yup. Thats all. Catch yall again next week.
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