History Repeats Itself

To all reading these very words...
Hope you doing good, I am. I have been pretty tired though. But as my companion would say in broken English "the time does not forgive." Well, kinda my companion. I got transferred! Well, kinda. I mean not really, I am going to Napipine 2 and he is staying in Napipine 1. President fulfilled our request and split our area, putting us in each part. Also we are both training. It is going to be pretty bizarre. Funnily enough this is very similar to what happened in the States. My trainer and I training together. The only difference I that we won't be "together." I mean same house, same ward, different areas. "Intende? Faz sentido?" (You understand?, make sense?). Sorry for all that.

Transfers were a little late this time so two of the three new missionaries in Nampula will get here Sunday (8 of May). The last one will come on Monday.

Anyway, this week we went to Mount Nairuco, the crocodile reserve, again. It was pretty cool, still didn't see any crocodiles in the lake (which I have been told would make a great allegory for sin). But it was still very fun and the area is honestly just very pretty. This time I did bite the bullet and ordered some of the expensive food. I was not disappointed. It wasn't life changing or anything but for the price and for Africa, it was really good.

We also moved housing this week, as usual we found out the morning of and it took way longer than expected. But instead of describing the apartment, I will just say that the building has an elevator and let you decide how nice you think it is. Physically it is closer to the middle of our area but it still takes about the same amount of time to get anywhere. So I guess it is an improvement.

Unfortunately, the curtains in the house are very thin so it has been challenging to get enough sleep. Honestly this whole week I have been super tired but the curtains have not been helping.

We also had another baptism this week of another couple that has been taught for a year. They are pretty cool.

Being called to train was very surprising and frankly, intimidating. It is a big deal. I will be leading and helping a brand new missionary. Our mission is receiving three new missionaries, and I am training one of them. Interestingly the other two are in my district. There are so many other missionaries that have more experience working, teaching, training, speaking Portuguese. The list goes on. But I was chosen. I really don't why but I know I am going to try my best. What more can I do? I am going to put my trust in the Lord and do my best. I know it will be hard but it will all work out right.

And no I will not explain the context for these.
"O que vocĂȘ fazendo?" (What you doing?)
"If you are a minute late to studies you are losing blessings" (roughly translated)

Getting ice-cream after a baptism interview

The elevator in our new apartment

Me at Mount Nairuco



 A cool path at Mount Nairuco

Croc

A duck


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