Got Milk?

hello everybody!
this week was the longest week known to man-kind. it was so slow. so so slow. first of all, all of the investigators we had when i came in are just dropping off the map. i think i brought bad luck with me here. apparently they had all these awesome people coming to church and getting ready to be baptized.. and then i come in and i've only been able to meet one of them. they're not home and they're all going through sad crazy life things like miscarriages and children dying and families being unsupportive and blah blah blah. so we've been sad we can't help anyone.
second: our car broke down for a few days so we had to ride bikes. it's not bad when you choose to ride bikes. but when you're all of the sudden forced to ride bikes and your area spans about 40 miles so you can't reach everyone in time or make your appointments, it's kind of stinky. lots of things fell through and we sweated a lot.
i guess it's really just those two things. i don't know why. it was just a long week. spirits are still high though. we find lots of things to laugh at and things to get our minds off of the heat.
there's a big grapefruit factory here in mission. anytime you're within a 15 mile radius of it, it smells soooo nice. that's definitely a plus of this area. this week, we were walking down the street and saw a soda can rolling down the road. my companion said, "oh look, a mexican tumbleweed!" ha. no offense to any mexicans... but man they love their sodas. and they love throwing them in the road around here..
oh we went to one of our many food appointments this week and it's this sweet old woman who lives alone. she made us some really delicious food. and some cookies for dessert. everything was great until she pulled out the mystery milk to wash it down. she said she made it just for us. the first thing that turned me off to it was the large amount of foam on top. the second thing that turned me off to it was that it smelled really salty. i poured a little in my glass and she got offended. she said to fill my glass because she made it just for us. gulp. my companion had a look of shear terror because i guess at a previous dinner appointment with this woman she had fed them milk that was straight from the cow. not pasteurized or anything. thick and warm. maybe that's normal to my grandpa and my aunts/uncles/dad who were raised on a dairy farm. i don't really know the process of milking cows. but anyway, the milk was horrible and not refreshing. when we left her house we were just busting up laughing. we still don't know what it was from. we didn't dare ask.
anyway.. i think that's about all the adventure we had this week. i hope all is well with everyone. don't be afraid to write a letter every now and then...
xoxo
brittany