NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART...or weak of stomach!!!!

Ward Re-Activation Activity

Home sweet home, and views from balcony

Just standing around...looking at stuff

Welcome to Mariano Moreno

Boliche

This is a night club that was right in front of our house that played its music so loud that we never really got a good nights sleep.

The food network

I couldn't find any white fields....they were all green...

Even more

P-Diddy baby... aka: P-day... aka: Preparation Day.

So, here are the missionaries from my tiny little zone. We almost always played futbol because some certain...cough... "native" missionaires never wanted to play anything else. We had a lot of fun beating the latins at 'their sport'.

There is this one member in the ZL's area who is a master at the the asado, or BBQ, and always invited the missionaries over to feast, provided we brought the meat. Boy was it tasty.





How could anyone not think this hilarious. Two missionaries walking half way across town with mattresses. They even had to take them home on top of a pirata, or a unlicensed taxi.



This is our zone at our Halloween party. We made some good 'ol hamburgers... the way only Americans can.






We even bobbed for apples.... what a weird activity. Who came up with that. As a matter of fact, the whole concept of Halloween is bizarre. Parents spend so much time teaching their kids to be nice, to stay away from strangers, etc. But then one night a year, we have them dress up and go out into the night to beg for gifts, from who knows what kinds of weirdos, with an ultimatum off treachery if said condition of treat is not met.
Well, besides that, I like this holiday.

Trip to Tucuman Capital

Every once in awhile we get to travel up to the capital city from the lonely far out town. This is a picture of a Catholic Church in a plaza in the middle of the city.




This was a group protesting the government for some reason or another. There are always protests going on. Mostly it is because they want the government to give them some free money or something. Some people have jobs as professional protesters. The guy I am next to chained himself to a chair. I think it lasted until the siesta. Can't miss that now can we.


Here is a picture of the the capital, or the governors mansion as they call it. The protesters were right next to me. All the capital buildings has this same kind of old look to them and look amazing at night.


This is me in front of that same mansion during the day. Not as impressive, but nice none the less.








Forget billboards, they just paint the advertisement right onto the building. I wonder if that is how they paid for it? On a side note, people drink more coca cola then water.