Where boys become Gauchos.

I mentioned something about transfers being this last week, didn´t I?  Well... nothing huge happened.  Of the four elders in the apartment, we figured someone was out.  Especially considering Elder Montanares was here almost a year ago, now.  (Well... he was here for several months, then came back.  What are the odds!)  But the fantastic four continues on.

 

Speaking of eagle projects... Saturday was the Day of Service for Paso de los Libres.  The two branches combined forces at a little primary school, a little outside of town.  We really had know idea what the project was going to be.  I was guessing picking up trash or something.  I´ve never painted so many bricks in my life--We painted everything in that school! ...including the wall on the perimeter (about 100yds by 40yds).  It was a good turnout, too.  Unlike projects in the States, they even had 5 year olds with brushes.  It was intense.  It put all eagle projects to shame.  The District President, president Dos Santos, organized the project.  He´s employed by the Argentine military.  He knows how to get things done, that´s for sure.  You should have seen the lunch at halftime.  The made one pot of Geizo for everyone.  You could have lost a 10-year-old child in that pot, it was so big.  Do you know those stereotypical, abnormally large, wood spoons that witches use?  Those actually do exist.  Overall, it was a great project.  It was nice doing a little service, too.

 

Yesterday, Argentina had presidential elections.  That´s the third election day that has come and passed since m arrival here in Argentina.  It sounds like it was a blowout.  Cristina is probably in for another term.  Do you know that Argentina had a woman president?  Crazy, huh.  People call her Presidenta... (even though I´m pretty sure that´s grammatically incorrect...presidente.)

 

I´ve been trying hard to think of things about Argentina that I haven´t told you.  But I´m starting to have a hard time with what I have said and haven´t said.  Is there anything that you would like to know?

 

If you come to the point where you might have the opportunity to get offended, be like the Chief Judge Pahoran.  Moroni blasts him with an epistle saying he doesn´t know how to run a government.  And what does he do? ... He takes joy in the words of Moroni.  (Alma 60-61 for more pleasure.)

 

I love you all!

 

Elder McMurray