Cursed Street

Dear Everybody,

   Once upon a time there was a street in Germany that was cursed. This street fights against any missionaries that try to go there. Not matter when the missionaries go, no matter what the weather may appear to be before hand, it always rains on this street. We have gone to this street twice this week. It has rained both times.

   The first time was not even noticeable. Germany has this weird type of rain that is like the misters at the grocery store that spray the vegetables. It is not even noticeable that it is raining, except for the fact that you slowly start becoming more wet.

   The second time was the fun time. It hailed for a good ten minutes and the rest was heavy rain. This was probably the highlight of my week. You see, there is nothing more enjoyable than knocking on someone's door in the middle of a hail storm with a great big smile on your face. Quite entertaining.

   As missionaries, you learn to laugh at yourself because life is so much more enjoyable that way. There is no worry about being weird or awkward because it is true. We do not have to worry about what we are going to say or what the person is going to say.

   I have also taken to "collecting" answers. It is another way to make it more entertaining. A lot of people give us the same answers, but every so often there is something that is truly unique. I appreciate the creativity of some people.

   See, if we do not enjoy what we do, then there really is not a point. You can try to get yes twenty times and be disappointed or you can try to get no twenty times and be greatly thrilled when you get no fifty times and a couple of ayes.

   Just remember to embrace the awkward. Besides, there is no word for that in German.

sincerely,

Elder Perez