February 19, 2018


5th Mission Assignment - San Rafael


Elder Sosa

Olga ate my Pants, Construction Work , and Plenty of Heat!

Hola a todos!

This week was fairly uneventful, without too much particularly notable or remarkable happening, but nonetheless it was a great one. Even when the work doesn’t progress dramatically, just look around! We have so much to be thankful for! …And in my case, I'm grateful for the opportunity I have to be immersed in the Lord's work!

Another thing I'm grateful for over here are the beautiful Argentine sunsets. I'll see if I can't get some more pictures your way, but for now you'll have to take my word for it that they're spectacular. The sky turns gold and the clouds seem to be made of fire as the sun dives down through the peaks of the Andes.

Something silly that happened this week came from my own mouth. I'd just gotten back to my apartment and Elder Richardsen noticed the sizeable rip in my pants from my ankle up to my knee. 'Que pasó ahi Elder?' ('What happened there Elder?') He asked- It had been a long day, and without any context the phrase 'Olga comió mis pantalones.' ('Olga ate my pants.') escaped my lips and the apartment erupted with laughter. To explain, our area is huge and so, about my 4th week here, the Mission HQ sent us hand-me-down, pink and purple, rusted beach-comber bicycles which had previously been used by Sister Missionaries. I was with my sun bleached little bike through it's retrofitting (heck I did half of the retrofitting on it myself) and it has taken me countless miles in – ‘style’ (especially when our neon green helmets from Mendoza arrived). Somewhere along the way, my trusty pink ‘ride’ was christened ‘Olga’… Shortly after we received the pretty pink pikes, we opened the box that came with them to find two large, spelunking-type ‘brain buckets’. I can stay from 1st hand experience that one feels glorious when they roll down the street on a half rusted, sun bleached pink bike, wearing a white shirt and a tie, and sporting a bright green spelunking helmet atop the head. A the Johnny Cash song goes "I could hear everybody laughing for blocks around."). At least people will be hard pressed not to see us!

All jokes aside, I've grown rather fond of this old beach-comber, AKA Olga. Although as a good, conscientious Missionary, I cannot let myself become emotionally involved with Olga at this time! The name fits the old rust bucket like a glove. Hence the hilarity my companions found in my statement that; 'Olga ate my pants'.

Aside from that, we had a lot of fun (and a low of work mind you) this week, and currently we're helping out an investigator of ours build his house (which means lots brick laying in the hot Argentine sun. Hurray!). It is actually a lot of fun. One is blessed to be of real service to someone who truly needs it and one learns a lot too!

But hey! That's what it’s all about, right?! “And behold, I tell you these things that ye may learn wisdom; that ye may learn that when ye are in the service of your fellow beings ye are only in the service of your God.” Mosiah 2:17

Take care! I love you all! I'll keep my fan pointed toward Washington State to see if I can't get some of this heat headed your way Grandma!


- Elder Bigley


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