This week was probably one of the most physically exhausting weeks of my whole mission. And it wasn't even that hot! But I am just completely worn out. and we're about to go play soccer. Wish me luck.
So why am i so dead? On Wednesday, (is that how you spell Miercoles in english? Not even kidding, it's throwing me off and I'm not sure if its right or not. Freaking Spanish) we went to help an investigator carpir all the giant grass outside of her house. Some of the heavy rain had opened up a hole in the dirt canal in front of her house, so the water was running behind her house too and caused some damage. So we had to cut up all the giant grass with machetes so we could find the hole and close it up. We got it done in like 30 minutes with the help of a member. Riberalteñans really know how to work a machete. But it was hot that day and it got me exhausted. Thursday after lunch we helped our lunch pensionist move into the other house next door. So we were carrying a bunch of cabinets and boxes and stuff and i felt nice and manly. I do enjoy doing some heavy lifting every once in a while. And then Friday morning, we went back there to help take over the rest of the stuff that we hadn't finished. So those got me really tired.
Then to top it all off, we played soccer Saturday morning and started our fast Saturday after lunch. I literally just felt dead trying to walk everywhere Saturday and Sunday. But just had to keep putting one foot in front of the other. Which was basically all I could manage doing, since my brain was also dead. I may or may not have some problems staying awake when we're teaching certain investigators that talk a lot. Don't judge me.
Other that that, it was a pretty uneventful week. We do have one really cool investigator named Fredy. He's like 48 and has 4 hilarious little daughters. The dude's awesome, he came to our noche de hogar that we planned, came to church on Sunday, and wants to read the book of mormon. Buuutttttt, he's not married. And it sounds like he has some wife problems. I guess I shouldn't even say wife. His concubine. Which by the way, it's like completely normal for people here to say that they're just concubines. OH how this place needs the law of chastity. But i feel like with lots of prayer and faith we can talk to his spouse some day and get them to get over their problems and keep a commandment. Wish us luck.
Thanks everyone for the emails, love you all
Elder Bingham
Last p-day we had the best activity ever. We were just playing sand volleyball, but then it started raining really hard. So it turned into mud volleyball! And my zone leader took some pretty dope pics with my camera.
Like this first one could be on the cover of sports illustrated probably. Send it into a photo contest or something. Caption: Elder Bingham mocks the short people on the other team
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