But, fear not, fret not, this week will more than make up for it
To start, congratulations France, you earned it. Good try Croatia, next time.
2022 it's Belgium baby
This week, walking in the street, we had a little, let's call it, discussion.
Or, in other words, the local crazy man bombarded us with some real crap. I hate to use such a vulger word but i'm not talking about a verbal assault. This boy was going full monkey on us, snagging and slinging. Thanks to some incredibly agile reflexes, and a name tag that protects, the only thing that didn't wipe off clean was a little skid mark.
Thankfully I was able to find this handy lifesaver to get me out of a smear.
Also, in an effort to teach a young student, we marked to encounter at "the lake." Unbeknownst to me, and apparently the member I hired to bring me there, there are two lakes in this city. One apparently is a lot lot lot farther than the other. About two hours longer. Unfortunately, that was the one that we chose. So, that killed about a whole day in the sun, getting blisters
And now, we're off to make some more news for next letter. Today, we, along with Pedro (our ex-padre recent convert), to visit the santuário de Itajubá. Here is some photos for you real quick.
I love you all,
let us all press on
Elder John Paul III
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