7/18/11

Yes, I´m running a little behind today. Elder Jones and I decided to go out together today, since we both needed haircuts. So then we´ve been together since this morning, and just now have time to write you all.

As for putting a password...well, please make sure you don´t forget what the password is. Go to Start>Control Panel>User Accounts>then select the account>then select ¨Set a password.¨ Asi de facíl. 

Is my iPod even still working? I expected it would have died by now. It´s almost four years old. 

I´ll probably be getting out of this area within three weeks. Transfers come in then, and since I´ve been here forever, it´s my turn.

Sister missionaries...hehehe...wooooohhhh...eheheh...okay I´ll stop now. 

It does seem like the message had something of an effect. We definitely had a better week, so some of that had to do with prayers from the members (We´re doing a little weekly newsletter, and last week´s was specifically written to go hand in hand with the talk). There will be people baptised here in Vic soon. Whether it´ll be before I leave or after, people are getting wet in the darn river. 

Our apartment is so close, yet so far. Elder Bronson said that he had to get the head offices in Madrid involved with the realtor because he was freaking out over a VAT-8 tax we pay here in Spain. He told me to be on the look out for something else in case this falls through. If things go well, this week. If not...I might finish up my time here living in Granollers. Which wouldn´t be the most horrible thing ever. 

Elder Jones and I get along fairly well (even if he´s from Gilbert). Not that my companion and I don´t get along, but it´s nice being with an American. We´re both going through a bit of a ¨I miss America¨ moment. It´s a little harder on him though, because he´s not even at the half-way point. We opened up a can of El Pato, which seemed to help a lot. Relaxing. 

It sounds like you had an interesting week, at the very least. Dang inbreeds from St. David. Always knew they were up to no good. It´s like you can´t live in any kind of area with a high concentration of members. All the weird ones come from there. 

Jesse is now in the largest cesspool of germs and filth known to man...the MTC. *shudders*. The flu rips through that place every winter. 

So tomorrow we´ll be heading into Barcelona for interviews. Then we´ll come back and head back up to Vic and work around some more. I´m going to try to get a letter or two written today. 

Hope you all have a good week. 

Bradley.