Hey, everyone! The island is still an island. Cool history fact: This island was first settled by people from Portugal, but during a lot of time, the Spanish armada was trying to take over all the islands. When they started sailing towards Terceira, the people got pretty freaked out, and started getting ready for a huge battle. But there was this one lady, Brianna Pereira, who said basically, "Wait a second, guys. This island is full of wild cows. Come with me." And they rounded up all the wild bulls they could find and got them all together above the bay. When the Spanish soldiers disembarked and tried to strom the island, they started a big stampede and the bulls rushed the soldiers. Well, they all forgot their what-to-do-if-instead-of-meeting-an-army-you-get-charged-by-a-bunch-of-bulls training, and tried to flee back into the bay, but they were covered in super heavy armor and a better part of the army drowned. Thus, the island was saved, and not a single inhabitant was killed. Brianna became a legend on the island. We got to visit her house. It was cool.
My favorite doctrine I studied this week was in Mormon 9. That chapter is just awesome. You should all read it, and then read Hebrews 11. With faith, anything is possible. Miracles are still real.
Sorry, I can´t think of anything more right now, except for one thing that happened this week that has just been bugging my mind since it happened.
We were at a member´s house helping a soon-to-be-ordained deacon prepare a talk about the priesthood and making sure he was ready to recieve that priesthood. In the middle of this, his seven year old sister, Lara, came up to me, and I still don´t understand everything that happened, but this is how it went.
Lara: "Who do you want to marry?"
Me:"What?"
Lara:"Nevermind, I´ll figure it out. Choose a number."
Me:"Um...9"
Lara counts out nine (on my fingers) singing some Portuguese song.
"Hmm... no, choose another number."
"11"
She counts out all the fingers on my hands, twice.
Me:"Wait, you did 20. I said 11."
Lara:"No, two hands plus two hand is 11."
"No it´s not! Ten plus ten is twenty!"
"No, five plus five plus five plus five is eleven! Let me show you."
She gets a paper and writes: 5+5+5+5=20
Me:"Yes, that´s what I said."
Lara:"But this is wrong."
She erases 20 and writes 11, making 5+5+5+5=11
Me:"No it doesn´t!"
Lara:"Wait, it´s subtraction."
5-5-5-5=11
"No, that´s -10!"
"No, because 5-5 is 0, minus five more is seven, and minus five more is eleven."
"Ah! Your math makes no sense. I just want to know who I´m going to marry.!
"How old are you?"
"19"
"Well, when your 28 your going to marry a theif."
"But what´s her name?"
"Joana."
This was pretty much the end of that conversation. If any one can figure out the math she was doing, I would love to hear it, but cause I think the answer to "Who am I going to marry" is hidden in the numbers.
Well, that´s all for today.
Chão
Elder Lofthouse