But meanwhile, Elliott was baptized! Super excited, he told me after his baptism, "my sins were up to here! (pointing to his forehead) and now I don't have any!!!" He's going to serve a mission some day.... :)
I felt like I was in a video game. 10 points to hop the speed bump. 15 if you can wave hi to the kids hanging out of the pickup truck passing by. 30 to weave around the dead dog. 50 if you can squeeze between the buses. What a rush. Would it be too cheesy if I said I felt so ALIVE!? Or that's how it felt for the first 10 minutes. Then I began to realize that I wasn't in such great physical condition as I thought... With my head held high I can say that I never once crashed, but we might have needed to take a couple breathing breaks. At the end of the day I rode the bike standing. I'm fairly certain that the torn up bike seat made a few bruises where the sun don't shine. The next day I woke up with wobbly legs. To those of mis amigos who served missiones on bikes, my respects.