Is Taylor ever this serious? Really?
Joseph Smith Jr. Street--how cool!

I look to the left and then I look to the right, I look back to the left and an old car passes by, I say after the next one.... slowly in my mind, thinking about 3 steps ahead of what I am going to do.... I say, NOW!!!!!!!!!! and run across the road and jump the barrier as if in an action movie, I stop and see that no one is coming and continue until the other side, I am back in a place I know, we continue to walk and see no one on the street... then two bikes ride by with 3 children on one and a boy and a girl on another, they are probably dating. We pass in front of the bar and see all of the drunks sitting and watching us silently, not saying a word. I stop the man in front of me and my comp continues on to talk to the woman with 3 small children in front of her house, I ask the man if he has ever talked to missionaries before, he says he has, but doesn´t remember when, so I try to get his address and he says he is always busy and gets home only at 5, I tell him I work until 9:30 everyday so no problem, then he tries to say he is from another church and I tell him, it's ok, our message is for everyone, so he reluctantly gives me his address, it's probably fake, and I move on to rejoin in our journey with my comp.

I make many phone calls, I call my district and talk to one of the Elders, and I say hey, we should do a division tomorrow, meet us in the center after lunch, give me a call when you are done. He says ok, when will it end, I say about 6:30 or 7 tonight, I have stuff to do Friday morning..... We meet and do our division, we work hard and walk to the other side of the city and back in 2 hours.... no distance is too much for us...

So anyway, my week was good. It was kinda long though, I did a division with Elder Sharratt and we met a girl who was baptized my Elder Holmes and Elder Duncan....

We also went to Rua Joseph Smith Jr. We crossed the freeway and went to a school where I heard a beautiful sound, that of a trombone and went and played with the kids learning to play trombone, man that was fun.

We went to Birigüi and had a meeting with Presidente Prieto and the Assistants, which sounds like a rock band name. I got a package with pens and stuff, it was cool and it also had pins (tie tacks) and an oil vial for blessings.... que bom, now I have one again. (His was lost when his bag was stolen before Christmas.) And thanks Dante for sending the Belle keychain. I have it hanging on my bag.

We had a Churrasco for lunch with fresh coconut and some plant called Mandioca, it was pretty good, the guy always makes Churrasco for us. Then another lunch we had with some Gaúchos and I left there speaking with a Gaúcho accent, that was pretty strange....

Other than that my week was pretty normal, work, walk, work, walk, work...... but it was a good week nonetheless.

When we were knocking on doors I pressed an intercom button and a dog answered and started barking and no one came, so we thought it was a house run by dogs.... it was kinda creepy.

I am Elder Richardson, LD, missionary of Araçatuba, and I end mine epistle, amen