Chapter 12: Bad haircuts, good numbers
. Elder Martinez and I stop in the road for a spontaneous study session A road with a beautiful view that would make for a gnarly sledding hill A regular neighborhood road The end of this road, which leads into nothing, the abyss of the Central American forest jungle that is constantly just out of reach Another week of working hard and serving the Lord. I know last week I promised an awesome letter, but we didn't end up meeting any general authorities so... Sorry. I'll make this letter as cool as I can. Last Monday Elder Martinez and I got really bad haircuts. It was hideous. Luckily, we had some haircutting stuff back in our house so Elder Martinez fixed mine (because it was absolutely atrocious). I don't have pictures and, even if I did, I wouldn't send them. I learned that in Honduras, anyone with a rusty pair of sisters can put up a sign that says "barber" But this week we had a lot of good times! Elder Mar...