Hermana Garcia on one of the many hills we hiked up all the time
Annie and Evelyn
Then we went to visit a few members and a nice old lady named Manuela who made us lunch. She had a very dirty house with spider webs, dirty dishes, no running water. She made us omelets - called tortillas. They tasted pretty good, but the thought of all the dirt and gross that were in them made me want to gag.
Manuela and I on my very last dinner appointment before I left La Orotava. She had a heart of gold. She loved the missionaries so much. I grew to really love her during my time there.
We went back to our piso and I slept for two hours, no problem. Then we went to a few other houses - a Cuban family who couldn't accept the Book of Mormon. Again, I testified boldly, but I had such a hard time expressing myself and understanding that it was probably less effective. Maybe not. Pilar and Elisa gave us bananas today and I put them in my bag and they got all over my charlas and verb book, etc. Overall, I had a good time today. I'm not stressing out over the language yet. I don't understand anything. I just smile and nod. I have faith that I'll learn more and understand more each day.
Pilar and Elisa, who gave me the bananas that squished all over my bag
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