ER #1, ER #2, J, and I had lunch at the bottom of
the hill at Marco’s, a hut with a few tables and plenty of flies (where we
found out about the Boston Marathon – they had a TV on). Only $5 for a plate of fried fish (turns out
it’s not fresh…tilapia is NOT an ocean fish), fried plantains, rice &
beans, and steamed vegetables. This will
be a new frequented joint by us, same place we get the baleadas.
This afternoon we took a trip to the grocery store
in Coxen Hole to stock up on yogurt, salad toppings, peanut butter, Oreos, and
Snickers. Ok, we bought other things
too, but we definitely upheld the American stereotype. On the way back, our taxi driver kindly
passed us some Jehovah’s Witness pamphlets and a short discussion of religion
ensued. He said he doesn’t belong to any
church in particular (although he does prefer the Baptists), but likes to visit
other churches. I asked if he had been
to visit The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (Mormons), and said he
hadn’t, but would like to. I told him
when and where on Sunday and that I’d be there.
He said he’d come. We shall see…
J and I passed out on our beds after we got home
for an hour or two (that was J, not me…) and are kicking it back at Ed’s for
the rest of the evening. Exciting, I
know…
1 comment:
Way to be a good missionary! Hope you're feeling better.
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