Hi Momma, hi Dad! Hi Reneer family!(this is Daniel Elder Reneer, the one from Brasil just to make things clear)
As far as the package thing goes, it's all the same to me. Beggars can't be choosers, right? It's up to you, it doesn't make a difference to me. Now or later, it's all good.
Like I've been saying in the last couple curt emails, is that it's been REALLY tough to find a scrap of time to write either letters or emails. The p-days have been a little messed up the past few weeks, with Elder Bednar, a zone activity and a few other things. Today is day 4 of Carnaval (their week of festivals, parties, celebrations, diseases), and there was almost no cyber cafe open for the missionaries to use. So I got lucky today! Almost didn't get an email again....:/ Also, another problem...my pictures may possibly have all been deleted, so until I get the diagnosis on my memory card, my 450ish photo collection is presumably....dead. Ouch.
After the first week of this transfer, Elder Bednar came to visit, as I know I've already said. I'm living in Aracaju currently, which is about 6 hours from Maceió, where he came to visit. So what happened was that all the missionaries around the Aracaju area had to travel by bus at 3am in the morning to get to the chapel in Maceió in time for Elder Bednar. So the night before, Elder Rodrigues and I...."Hey, Elder, what time should we get up in the morning?" "Mmm...1:30. That should give us time to get to the bus comfortably." *set alarm, lie down, sleep-die instantly*....*alarm goes off, sit up in bed, wipe sleep from eyes* "Harry, wake up Harry, we're going to the zoo!"...I waited for him to sit up in bed, he looked at the clock and said, "TWO thirty man? TWO-thirty! Run, man! Let's go!
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So we ended up, 3 minutes later, sprinting out of the apartment in the middle of the night, two missionaries in Sunday clothes down the street to try desperately to find a taxi. After sprinting a good quarter mile, we stopped to ask a man - who was talking a stroll in the street at 2:30 with his wife and kids - where we could find a taxi. That's when he stopped us dead in our tracks and said, "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up a minute. First, say, good evening, how are you? No, no, no, say good evening, how are you sir?" Elder Rodrigues, "How are you, everything good?" ...Then midnight stroller, "Okay, very good, now we can have a conversation like normal people. You can follow this street until you find your taxi, good night." .......Said the very normal man taking a walk with his family at the hour of night when bad things happen, like people getting kidnapped, mugged, cats disappearing, or like really scary nightmares about weeing yourself when the McDonald's cashier asks you what you want. Notwithstanding this man and his burning desire to make friends at 3 in the morning, we still made it to the bus, with time to spare. So, it was a bit of a wierd experience, running around in the middle of the night, tracking down a taxi, getting inspected for common courtesy, but definitely a cool thing! Yeah, like super darn cool!
So I also attatched one of the two photos that I still have, of a diagram of how I sleep at night in relation to my fan, the which has started the habit of nipping my fingers at night (it doesn't have a grate in front). I've had a good number of nights and early mornings waking up to my hand getting attacked, in the midst of my peaceful slumber. You really gotta watch out on the mission, there's a million and one ways that dag gum devil'll getcha, you literally gotta sleep with one eye open.
Alright family, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. BYE.
I LOVE YOU RIGHT NOW TOO.
AND NOW TOO!
Much love,
Elder Daniel Reneer
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