Recuerdos

I went and reread Molly's post on Europe as well as the Kevin and Ashley blog detailing their San Franciscan adventures and decided that I too should post some pictures and look back at a great time of my life. Here we go:

Here I am in my kitchen in Maipu making delicious corn bread. My parents often sent me packages full of delightsome treats that helped keep me afloat. Chilean food was nothing impressive.

Here I am as a district leader in my last area before returning home. Those were easily among the best missionaries in the whole world. I miss them all. We shared some great times.

This little guy's name is Danton. Despite the fact that he was sometimes very difficult to deal with, he is adorable as you can clearly see.

This is the statue atop San Cristobal. We took a couple of trips up here during my time in Chile. I found it a fun diversion. I thought this picture was pretty awesome since it looks like Mary is controlling the skies.

Here I am holding a tray of "milkshakes" that I made for a family who had never had them. It was quite tasty though the ingredients did not lend themselves to what I had in mind.

I call it "Chilly In Chile." I will give you a dollar if you can figure out what it's made of. Mark Nielson is excluded from that deal. And don't try and bribe him with 50 cents.

Here I am with Elder Walker painting Eliana's doors. She was an investigator who apparently still remembers me. She was a sweet lady who owned a Book of Mormon for somewhere near 35 years without ever reading a page. We helped her get around to reading it.

These are from cigarette cartons. The top (right) one says something about the flavor you love followed by "Tobacco Kills. If you want to live, quit smoking." The one with nasty teeth says, "Yes I have bad breath." The old man is followed by the caption, "In Chile tobacco kills 16,000 people every year. The next one could be you."

They take their warnings seriously.

Hermana Pagoaga trying to kill another member of our district. Secretly she was in love with him. You can't see it but the cup he's holding has the face of the prophet taped on it from the Liahona. Pretty awesome party cups.

Here we are when I had two companions. We went with two sister missionaries and our friend Fernando to sing Christmas carols at rest homes in the area. There was no proselyting to be had.

This metro is NEVER empty. Except on New Year's Day. This was New Year's Day. Hence the picture.

Ok well that was my first installment in a series of posts to come some time in the future with pictures and captions about my mission. If you couldn't tell, it was the best experience ever (except for falling in love with Molly).

The End.