All of the pent-up English wit that the Elders had been holding back for
the past month/two years burst forth in awkward spurts of obnoxious gaiety. I
felt like I was back at BYU. Especially when Elder Holland announced that Seth
Bott would be the organist. In my excitement, I cried out in a strained,
Brasilian-accented attempt at English, "Seth Bott!!! He -ees -my -friend!"
I'm not forgetting English, I swear! It's just confusing to speak it
here for some reason.... Yesterday, for example, I watched a video of the first
missionaries in Cabo Verde and there were church leaders speaking in English
with Português subtitles. For the first time ever, I realized that I was
understanding both so perfectly that I couldn't even tell what was Português and
what was English. Cool! I'm bilingual, Ma!
This past week was a bit of a doozy, but that's ok, because this next week
is going to be AWESOME! We're going to work so hard and be happy and just love
everything and everyone.

After emailing, Sister Mártir and I are going to the dunes with Elder
Leite and Elder Ray. That's funny to me only because Elder Leite doesn't usually
want to do anything social, but he suggested the idea and since it was his first
time suggesting such a thing, no one wanted to say no. Though we are all
thinking the same thing: "What are we going to do on a big mountain of sand?"
But we're gonna go nonetheless and see what happens! I laugh in my head every
time I imagine it. Elder Ray laughs when he can tell that I'm laughing in my
head.
Well, that's all for now, folks. I'll be sure to have more interesting
stories next week. Love y'all!
-Sister Weezer
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