Friday, July 29, 2011

It is Friday Morning...

So, I woke up this 1 am, 1:15 am, 1:40 am and 1:55 am...but I am getting way a head of myself.

Wednesday, Diane, my Assistants and I went to the bus station in Resistencia to meet the 17 new missionaries...we arrived at 6:45 am. If you do the math, figure half an hour to get there and 45 minutes to get ready and going to bed the night before after the 11 pm phone call and you start to get the picture. We arrived so early, even most of the dogs were still sleeping at the terminal.

But we did get great parking spots near the fence at the terminal.

So, we got there and waited...

And waited and waited and waited. Diane bought breakfast...called chipas (they are like round cheese pretzel balls, if that makes sense. Our son Chris said they were "a must").

My Assistants started visiting with the locals to be productive.

Around 10:30 am I said I had enough and was going to make the 12 hour ride to see the waterfalls at Iguazu. Diane talked me out of it.

This is what we were watching for about 4 empty bus parking stall, as if by staring at it we could make the bus appear faster!

Then it happened...a little after 11 am, the bus arrived and all 12 of the missionaries arrived...yep, 12, not 17...

Seems 8 of them still did not make it. Now I know you are thinking, wait, 12 plus 8 equals 20, not 17, and you are right...but that is a whole different story. Ok, 3 more of them are coming from Mexico and due to visa problems are still in Mexico. One hurt her leg and can't come until Monday. But 4 of them are still (as of Friday morning) in Miami!

But the story does not end we paired up the new missionaries with some of the veterans throughout the mission which started the chain reaction of transfers. About 50 missionaries moving from one location to another with all of their possessions, by bus. We only lost 2...temporarily. One was supposed to go from Resistencia to Formosa, but did not get off there. The bus's next stop was Asuncion, Paraguay. Fortunately, the missionary did not have her passport with her and was left off on the Argentine side of the border. She waited for the next bus to Formosa and got there...just a little late. Which leads us back to my phone calls beginning at 1:00 am this morning. Seems another missionary was headed to Vera but his companion to be went to pick him up in Reconquista...1 1/2 hours away. The first call was from the missionary at a Shell station in Vera wondering where his companion calls were tracking down his companion, finding out where he was, why and suggesting he find a taxi willing to drive him to Vera (at 1:30 am) to get his companion. The last call came from the Shell station and I told the missionary in Vera that help was on its way (in about 2 hours) and to buy some comfort food at the gas station and I would reimburse him!

So around 2:30 we put an end to this chapter...and the "Fugitive Four"? We're going to have the Church just send them by overnight mail!

Stay tuned...


  1. I just found this hilarious. Comfort food at a gas station? This is new. The terminal is awesome too. And I got so excited seeing the pics of new missionaries. Hooray for them!

  2. Oh my! Ha, the comfort food at the gas station made me laugh too, Jen. So these are the missionaries you met in the MTC? i'm curious why 4 of them are still held up in Miami.

  3. Wow!! What entertainment!!!!!! Sounds crazy and a bit scary :( Hopefully the 4 will show up soon. I think you should of just headed to the waterfall...would of added to the drama!!! Hope the missionary "splurged" at the gas station on a nice gourmet meal...ewww!!!! I can't wait to here the end of this journey :)

    Miss you guys!! xoxoxo

  4. Cara: You and Joe need to come out here for a little visit. Just tell Joe it is real hot and humid and to pack a white shirt, white pants and a white belt. I will take care of the rest! Uncle Ray

  5. Cara: You and Joe need to come out for a visit. Just tell Joe it is real hot and humid here so to pack a white shirt, white pants and a belt, and I will take care of the rest.
    Uncle Ray

  6. President:
    I once heard a talk by Brent Top, a former mission president, describe presiding over a mission this way, you may have heard it before: it's like being dropped by helicopter onto the top of a runaway train, then jumping from car to car trying to reach the locomotive, climbing down into the operator's seat, bringing the train safely to a stop at the station, and then being out on the platform to smile, shake hands and greet everyone as they get off as if nothing had ever happened! Our prayers are always with you and your missionaries. The Francis'