Gazpacho en ze Head

Dear family,

I´m doing well, although we still don´t have too much work. We set a plan for every hour, with at least two back up plans, sometimes three, and we go through nearly every hour and plan without too much success. I´m surprised that I´m not more discouraged right now- I know the Lord is helping me with that.

Another thing that helps is that we know that we´re working our hardest. Before, I was a little shy to talk to people in the streets, (which is weird, because I loved it in Málaga), but we had a great zone conference that boosted my courage and faith, and I´ve been loving it again. My favorite contact by far was this thin, older German man named Tobias that looked like he´d just woken up after falling asleep in the 70´s. He speaks German (obviously), Spanish (he´s lived here for 30 years or so) and English (lived in America for 5 years), but all with a thick German accent. He told us, "I am a mess vith oll uf tees languages. You know gazpacho? Es unt gazpacho en ze head!"

Speaking of great quotes, when we visited an old investigator family this week, the little 11 year old girl, Ramona got excited when she heard we were from America- she told us she could say something in English. After a moment of mental preparation she asked, " Do you like... sausages?"

We had a pretty cool miracle this week. The office called us with a media reference- a woman named Sandra had asked for a copy of the Book of Mormon and finding faith in Christ- we called her and set up an appointment to visit her in a pueblo about an hour out from Huelva. She seemed surprised but pleased that we were coming out to deliver the order. Upon meeting her, we found out that she was a (Chilean!) member that hadn´t been to church in many years, and that didn´t know there was a chapel in Huelva. When I asked her to offer the opening prayer, she started to cry, and told us that she´d tried to get in contact with the church again because she´d had a dream of two sister missionaries visiting her, but she hadn´t thought it would really happen- it´s a miracle because we´re the first sister missionaries in Huelva in 10 years. She wants us to start teaching her 14 and 15 year old children the missionary lessons this week (neither they nor her husband are members).

Other little things- it finally began raining in Huelva, and hasn´t really stopped being cloudy and drizzly. The problem is that Spain shuts down at any "extreme" weather- too hot? Everyone´s inside sleeping. Raining? Everyone´s inside sleeping. No one came to English class this week because it was raining. They need to take a lesson from me and just love the rain... and the gospel.

Cool fact- Hna. Sara Brown played against cousins McKale and Alyssa in volleyball and softball- she says she was always jealous of the Blanding teams :)

I heard great news from my old companion Hna. Folsom- the daughters in the part member family we were teaching were baptized on Saturday, and so was Kingsley- don´t remember if you´ll remember that. I have a feeling my whole mission will just be planting seeds and hopefully seeing other people pluck the fruit. As long as it gets plucked, I suppose :)

I hear there are finally sister missionaries in Sandy- I hope when I get home I can go on splits with them- I know I´ll miss being a missionary.

I got the letters and cards from the Paul Johnson reunion and loved every one of them, and got a kick out of the far sider dash. And don´t worry, Mom, I´ll try to get home for the next reunion :)

Everything´s going well- still slow, but like I said, we´re doing our best. Hna. Brown is really frustrated with Spanish- please keep her in your prayers- remember her before me.

I love you all, and I love this work. I know that it is in the Lord´s hands, and that we are only His instruments. We just have to stay in tune so that he can conduct us. Take care!

Love, Hna. Johnson 

PS  Super excited to hear Dad pray in the Saturday session of conference- I miss that man!