So as if I wasn't nervous enough for the Multizone conference because I
had to teach a 40 minute class. But that actually ended up being the
best part of the day.
So this Wednesday we have our Conferencia Silvestre, as we call it. It's a zone conference with President and the assistants that we do once a year outside in some cool place, which Peru is crawling with cool places, in our pday clothes. So we went to a place called El Templo de la Luna. Or the Moon Temple. Actually don't have any pictures of that so... but you can imagine it. We were 2 zones, Zona Cusco (that's mine) and Los Incas. And we went there. And Hermana Borja and I had to teach a 40 minute activity class type thing. So we did this like relay race and every activity we related it to our animos (I honestly don't know how to say that... it's like how... hopeful... we are? Something like that...) in the mission. Like how sometimes we get discourage from things that happen out of our control like Agency of other people and that kind of jazz. So yeah that was pretty cool. Although I was really nervous. Because it's a conference with President! So it's like.. it has to be good right? And it was the first zone conference where I had like a real part... so yeah, nerves. But it ended up being cool and not everyone hated it, just a handful of complainers when the puzzle activity didn't really work, so what more could I ask for? And then we had a spiritual part and yeah. All good!
So then it was the zone leader's turn from Los Incas. And they had an activity where we had to blow up balloons but those kind they make balloon animals from and so my cheeks and lungs kinda burst trying to blow those things up. Not fun. But they had a good purpose I suppose.
So just to give a little more background, we were in an area completely secluded right? And so we put all our stuff in one area and then we would go to a different part, like a circle of trees, and do our activities. But we didn't leave anyone with our things. Because we were almost in the middle of nowhere. So why guard the stuff right? Right! That's what we thought at least. So we get back from blowing up the balloons and we all sit down and await for the spiritual part of the activity from the Zone Leaders. But Hermana and President Harbertson were looking around frantically. But we didn't know what they were looking for. Then President Harbertson disappears. And sister Harbertson stops the class and asks us all if we can start looking for two backpacks. So we all get up and look and it turns out that both the backpacks of President and Hermana Harbertson were missing. And this was not good because in their backpacks were their iPad, their wallets with all their credit cards. There foreign ID cards, their licenses to drive in Peru Cards. Everything. And a toooon of camera equipement. Allll missing. So we all kept looking. And then I got a sick feeling in my stomach, because my bag was riiiight next to Hermana Harbertsons bag. My bag was still there, but I opened it, just to find... nothing. My wallet was gone, my coin purse. Only my scriptures remained (For which I am very grateful). But in my wallet I had all my cash from the mission, my cash from
home, my card from the mission, my card from home, my copy of my foreign ID (luckily it was just a copy and not the original.) all my high school ID's (I mean... I'm ok that those are gone.. but still kinda sad.) My drivers license (that has long expired but still...MEMORIES!) and some notes and things from High school that I had put in my wallet and never taken out, like my Michael Buble Concert tickets! Now how am I going to prove to my children that I attended the coolest concert EVER? I think that made me the saddest. But yeah and my coin purse that had only like... 4 soles, but it was my only souvenir from Andahuaylas that I had. And now I am left with nothing. So that's what happened. I got robbed. and not even in a cool way. No one held me a gun point with a ski mask on, they just came in and took my stuff while I was attempting to blow up a balloon. LAME! So that's what happened this week. I got robbed. In a super lame way. I didn't think I'd ever get robbed in the mission. Like everyone here is SUUUUPER honest. The robbing happens in Chiclayo and Trujillo (That's what they say anyways.) But yeah. And it only happened to President Harbertson and Hermana Harbertson and I. No one else was touched.
So this Wednesday we have our Conferencia Silvestre, as we call it. It's a zone conference with President and the assistants that we do once a year outside in some cool place, which Peru is crawling with cool places, in our pday clothes. So we went to a place called El Templo de la Luna. Or the Moon Temple. Actually don't have any pictures of that so... but you can imagine it. We were 2 zones, Zona Cusco (that's mine) and Los Incas. And we went there. And Hermana Borja and I had to teach a 40 minute activity class type thing. So we did this like relay race and every activity we related it to our animos (I honestly don't know how to say that... it's like how... hopeful... we are? Something like that...) in the mission. Like how sometimes we get discourage from things that happen out of our control like Agency of other people and that kind of jazz. So yeah that was pretty cool. Although I was really nervous. Because it's a conference with President! So it's like.. it has to be good right? And it was the first zone conference where I had like a real part... so yeah, nerves. But it ended up being cool and not everyone hated it, just a handful of complainers when the puzzle activity didn't really work, so what more could I ask for? And then we had a spiritual part and yeah. All good!
So then it was the zone leader's turn from Los Incas. And they had an activity where we had to blow up balloons but those kind they make balloon animals from and so my cheeks and lungs kinda burst trying to blow those things up. Not fun. But they had a good purpose I suppose.
So just to give a little more background, we were in an area completely secluded right? And so we put all our stuff in one area and then we would go to a different part, like a circle of trees, and do our activities. But we didn't leave anyone with our things. Because we were almost in the middle of nowhere. So why guard the stuff right? Right! That's what we thought at least. So we get back from blowing up the balloons and we all sit down and await for the spiritual part of the activity from the Zone Leaders. But Hermana and President Harbertson were looking around frantically. But we didn't know what they were looking for. Then President Harbertson disappears. And sister Harbertson stops the class and asks us all if we can start looking for two backpacks. So we all get up and look and it turns out that both the backpacks of President and Hermana Harbertson were missing. And this was not good because in their backpacks were their iPad, their wallets with all their credit cards. There foreign ID cards, their licenses to drive in Peru Cards. Everything. And a toooon of camera equipement. Allll missing. So we all kept looking. And then I got a sick feeling in my stomach, because my bag was riiiight next to Hermana Harbertsons bag. My bag was still there, but I opened it, just to find... nothing. My wallet was gone, my coin purse. Only my scriptures remained (For which I am very grateful). But in my wallet I had all my cash from the mission, my cash from
home, my card from the mission, my card from home, my copy of my foreign ID (luckily it was just a copy and not the original.) all my high school ID's (I mean... I'm ok that those are gone.. but still kinda sad.) My drivers license (that has long expired but still...MEMORIES!) and some notes and things from High school that I had put in my wallet and never taken out, like my Michael Buble Concert tickets! Now how am I going to prove to my children that I attended the coolest concert EVER? I think that made me the saddest. But yeah and my coin purse that had only like... 4 soles, but it was my only souvenir from Andahuaylas that I had. And now I am left with nothing. So that's what happened. I got robbed. and not even in a cool way. No one held me a gun point with a ski mask on, they just came in and took my stuff while I was attempting to blow up a balloon. LAME! So that's what happened this week. I got robbed. In a super lame way. I didn't think I'd ever get robbed in the mission. Like everyone here is SUUUUPER honest. The robbing happens in Chiclayo and Trujillo (That's what they say anyways.) But yeah. And it only happened to President Harbertson and Hermana Harbertson and I. No one else was touched.
Besides that, I'm good. Cusco is treating me well.
The ward is cool and we're having a lot of success already. We've got a
couple of people set to be baptized the 28 (well like 4. A family! And a
single guy.) of May! Whooo!
Well That's all I got this week.
I hope no one robs any of your priceless high school memories. It's the
worst, I promise. And sorry Beebo. They robbed the wallet you gave me
for Christmas 2 years ago. Guess you have good taste. Take comfort in
that.
Well love you all and have a splendid week!
Hermana Rust
This is quechua. It says "Nadie sabia que tu corazon era de oro" or
"Nobody knew that you had a heart of gold" There is a poetry movement
group that grafitis poetry on walls. I'm a fan.
This was like a half hour after I got robbed. The templo de la luna is there in the back. It's just rocks.
Theres a HUGE mall in Cusco that we went to last Pday. And we saw a
poster for the new avengers movie that I had no idea was even going to
be a thing, but yeah it's civil war I think. But yeah then we found
these masks and decided we would do an reinaction (word?) of it. So
there's Civil War. Sister Missionary style. By the way, I don't even
like captain america, but she fought me for Iron man, so I backed down.
It really was like a civil war.
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