(This is from email on June 13)
Father's Day here in Spain
is one of the biggest events in Europe. Everyone is watching soccer and that's
it. We've ran into bars and pubs that have been packed to the opposite side of
the road. And my companion is just insane right now. Some how he's been
receiving what the scores are, who's playing, and who's in the finals. He said it's
so we know what to say to the people on the street. So I'm in this moment where
he can speak more Spanish than I can which is really good for him.
This week we've hit a dry spell, both
physically and emotionally. This week we hit record temperatures here in
Ourense. It's been 47 degrees Celsius (that's 116 degrees in American) here for the last two days. And because
of that not many people are out in the streets now. And the beginning of this
week Èlder Liptrott sprained his ankle playing soccer. So we've taking things
slowly for the week. He has crutches now but that's it. The adventures of being
a missionary here in Ourense.
We've had to drop a person we were teaching
this week because he refused to pray for help with his questions. It broke both
our hearts to decide that but we will find someone to teach once again. I love
this life here and even though I'm coming home in 8 months. And look forward to
seeing you all. I honestly feel that this has been the best decision of my life
to this point.
I love you
Èlder Broadbent.