January 14, 2013
|Me and a few of my fellow Elders. Yes, that's Elder Chris Jessee.|
Morale is still pretty high. No word on our Visa's so I predict I'll be here at least another two weeks. Portuguese is tough, but it's coming along. Nothing a little faith can't fix.
We now have two new investigators (fake) that we're teaching. One of them is our teacher, Brother Duerden, and I can't take him seriously at all when he's an investigator. He undoes his top button, speaks sloppy Portuguese, acts like he doesn't care, texts on his phone, (at least I think that's what those little devices are called. I'm not entirely sure.) and he calls us mohmuns. Our first investigator was miraculously revealed to be our other teacher, in plot twists that not even M. Night Shyamalan couldn't see coming.
One of the districts in our branch flew out to Portugal this morning and it makes me very jealous that they get to got out into the field already. Anyways, the intimidating countdown clock of doom is entering its last few minutes so I guess I'm done for this week.