Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving! Mine was super good. Remember how I said we had a dinner appointment with someone in the ward? Well, around 4:00 pm on Thanksgiving day, they called us and said "Hermanas, we have a problem. The pig's head we were cooking dropped on the floor and so we had to go to the store to get another one. It's not going to be ready by the time you have to be back in your apartment." We got a pretty big kick out of that but also pretty sad at the prospect of spending Thanksgiving by ourselves. We texted our ZL (Zone Leader) and told him our dinner cancelled (because they were in charge of keeping track of where everyone was for Thanksgiving). A few minutes later, we got a call from the APs (Assistants to the President) inviting us to come have dinner at the Samuelian's. We were so so happy! So we got to spend Thanksgiving with the Samuelians, their son and his new wife, and some of the missionaries in the Newberg area. It was a really great Thanksgiving; it definitely felt like I was at my home away from home. Also, the Samuelian's son's new wife is the daughter of my old bishop at BYU, Bishop Walkenhorst. He's the one that did my mission papers and Dad, you met him when you came out to visit me. Small world, huh?
Because of Thanksgiving and meetings and some other things getting switched around, it was kind of a slow week. We did go on two exchanges, though, so that was nice. It kind of helped to keep things new and fresh. I went on one with Hermana Aubrey on Friday. She's another missionary serving in the same ward as me. We were in the CCM together and lived in the same house. We went to visit a less active in their area that they had never met before. When we knocked on the door, this angry looking lady poked her head out of a window and said, "What do you want?" We were like, "Oh, are you Rosa?" She said "yes" with a very suspicious look on her face and asked who we were. We said, "We're the missionaries!" She still had a very confused look on her face and said "Wait." We waited out there on her porch for a good five minutes in the freezing cold when we finally started looking at each other and whispering, "She's coming back, right? Should we leave? It definitely sounded like she was coming back." Finally the door opened and she said, "Come in, come in!" She sat us right down at the kitchen table and started making us gorditas (so, so yummy). By the end of our visit she told us that when we go home, we need to tell our parents to go visit Veracruz and that we can stay with her daughters in her old house. It was just crazy how differently the visit ended up from how I expected it to go when she initially opened the door. Such a nice lady.
This was us meeting up after our exchange:
Hermana Aubrey and I look scrubby because we finished off our exchange by helping someone clean and put up Christmas decorations.
We had the funniest fifth Sunday combined lesson ever yesterday at church. Basically the topic of the lesson was "Su esposa es una ayuda, no esclava." Translated: you're wife is a help, not a slave. Hahaha the Hispanic culture is so stinking funny. There was a lot of participation about how to improve marriage with things like "Not telling your wife that she has to heat your tortillas or that she has to serve you." and all kinds of funny things. It was absolutely hysterical; everyone was dying laughing.
Have a great week!