Twinkle Toes

I think afternoon meetings were invented as a gift for weary auxiliary pioneers.  The week of constant action finally caught up with us a little; we used every minute of spare sleep time and breezed in the door just as the meeting was starting at 12:30.  A brother from a neighboring hall gave an excellent talk on showing hospitality.  (I'm not quite sure if its just the accents, but all the brothers here seem to give amazing talks. They all seem like its just a normal 1 on 1 conversation they are having with us. -Eric) Then the school overseer, Brother Franklin, did an excellent job going through a potentially confusing lesson in a clear understandable way.  He is also a RBC committee member who we worked with on Friday; I would just like to gush a bit about how these brothers work so hard on the physical part of the organization, but once in a suit and tie are top-notch spiritual men.  I love RBC brothers(and sisters:).  Anyway, after the meeting we did our usual scramble to book service partners.  I met a sister and her son just here from Portugal who will be staying a bit to only witness in Portuguese on the streets of London.  I had plans with a sister for service after the meeting, and I happened to be the only brother so I got to make groups and say prayer.  Don't be impressed, there were only three of us.  We went out for an hour, did a street of territory and then some street work to finish up out time. (He was the spiritual one. I went home and chilled on the bed and played on the computer. -Eric)
 I went home to get ready to get ready for a dinner we were invited to; i was poking around for a snack just to hold me over, and Sister Elkington saw me, forced me to sit down, and made me some food even though she knew we were going out.  It has been that way the whole trip, we are in good hands.  (We will be nice and chubby when we get back. Maybe that's why they walk everywhere here? -Eric) At 4:45 we left with Karin, a sister who also rents a room here, to go to the party at family's house.  They are from Peru originally, so i got to practice my Spanish with the sister for a little bit.  Estera, 3 sisters that share a room across the street, and 2 young brothers here for awhile from Italy were all there as well.  It was quite the multinational group, we had Polish, Peruvian, French, Italian, and American(if that counts) backgrounds there.  Dinner was great, lasagna with many many side dishes, and some wine that the Italians brought. (Definitely a crowd favorite. -Eric) Afterwards we played the  guessing game with the Watchtowers on the floor and the pointing stick, not sure what it's called.  Then the Italians stumped us with a similar game while we were eating about 5 different kinds of dessert.  Finally there was a round of Bible pictionary, which got a little competitive.  (Getting the games started was pretty interesting. Not everyone spoke the same language very fluently but somehow the rules would get explained to everyone in either Italian, English, Spanish, or Polish. And when we played pictionary, the words were all kind of yelled in whatever language you could. -Eric)  Then, as we learned is tradition at these parties, we started to dance.  We learned the salsa and merengue, and then sampled or watched some dances from the other cultures.  It was so much fun, and I learned alot.  Before we knew it it was 11:30, and we walked home with big smiles and sore feet once again.