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S: The Elder Lobo Photo Project Jan 2008 - Dec 2009

BC: Man on a Mission.

FC: The Elder Lobo Photo Project January 2008 - December 2009

1: The Elder Lobo Photo Project January 2008 - December 2009 Great explorers like Vasco da Gama, Magellan, and even Lehi sailed away from familiarity to discover wild, new continents. In Portugal, I sailed away from traditional certainty to allow myself to adapt to reality, as I saw it, and to help others do the same. From over 5,500 photos, I selected these to try to represent my time in Portugal as a missionary, but more importantly as a human being. I took most of these photos because I saw beauty and raw reality, but many of the nitty gritty, momentous occasions never saw the lens. It's great to be human and get an idea of what that means. I came ready to be a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I left as a human being just trying to help other people through onward through existence.

2: INTO THE MTC! I wanted to be the most immaculate missionary I could at the MTC. Fate would have it that I was companions with Elder Davis, from northern Florida, who saw things much more relatively than I did at the time. I studied all the time and really gave up a lot of my freedom of exploration in order to read the Book of Mormon in 60 days and try to get the spiritual energy I felt that I needed to launch myself into the mission. My teachers, Irmao Hibbert and Irmao Christofferson, were enlightening, energizing, and understanding, even in the midst of tension and cabin fever. In the MTC, I felt like every day could be a step forward, and I realize now that I could have grown a lot more had I taken the time to stop and smell the roses. Weekly trips to the temple did that, but I couldn't stop moving once I sat down in a desk.

3: Arrival in Portugal and Amadora We flew in March from Salt Lake City, to JFK, to Paris, and then to Lisbon. While landing, I had no idea that everything outside the windows would soon become very familiar. President Terry's voice seemed cosmically familiar when he greeted us at the airport. Getting off the plane felt like landing in Brazil, just less muggy. After enduring the training by the office elders, I found out that my trainer would be Elder Kyle Stott, and I would be going to an area nearby called Amadora A. At that time, the enormous city of Amadora was split into two areas, and our area was small, only containing three train stations. Left: Our first look at Lisbon. This would become my fourth area. Above: The Paris airport, a maze of concrete, moustaches, and machine guns. Far Right: The grocery store down the street from the office - this is where I just bought what my trainer bought because I had no idea what I was doing and my hunger was the least of my concerns at the time.

4: Amadora (A play on the word for "amateur") I lost 15 pounds in the first week in Amadora. I had fleas my second week. Yet we were teaching what I thought to be great investigators (they actually were, in retrospect). Miguel and Cleriston were the outstanding ones. Miguel requested the missionaries from a member he met in the tax office after many months of researching the Church on and off and almost submitting his address online. He knew like seven languages and had an MBA and a law degree. Teaching him was exhilarating because he was inquisitive and understood it all very quickly. After he was baptized and Elder Stott left, he was frustrated with his doubts and told us he never wanted to see us again, but since Elder Baldwin and I were incapable of taking all the books from him (he was having back problems and I fell down the stairs in a ghetto the day before), we left him with the books and our sad hope that he would eventually figure it out. He did, eventually, with the help of the members, especially Gilberto. Cleriston came to English classes and was totally digging the doctrine of the Church. He played the piano in sacrament meetings even before he was baptized, and he really was a nice, generous guy. He gave up sleep to come to lessons and church, which was unheard of. | Blackburn and Hobbs lived with us while they looked for an apartment

5: It was about this time that my language started taking off. After becoming companions with Elder Colby, I had to take charge in a lot of ways I didn't know how to. I tried to keep up doing the things that my trainer had showed me, but the thing that kept me afloat the most were the members and other missionaries like Elder Hobbs and Elder Blackburn. Those two took north of the train tracks in Amadora, and were challenged with being new and not knowing the area. I'm really glad I got to know them, and they were both just a little older in the mission than I was, so we were all in the same boat. We were frustrated with the language together, frustrated with the people together, and frustrated with the members together. But we grew up enough together to realize that the whole reason we were there was because none of them were lost causes, even if they seemed difficult. They helped me deal with the temporary loss of Miguel and Cleriston, who had given up and moved, respectively. Carlos and Lucelia (right) often fed us dinner, and were one of my Brazilian lifelines in Amadora. The first time we got dinner from them, we ate in the hallway because Carlos wasn't home and we weren't allowed to enter a house without a man present. Some people caused a little bit of a ruckus (Henrique, left page, yellow shirt), but people like Bispo Plantier (right) always stayed positive and charitable. He had been bishop when Amadora was a flourishing ward, and as it overextended itself, he watched it dwindle to the 20's of active members. Firm, steadfast, and immovable. It was also at this time that I started writing in the Moleskine, which started with a long-gone Elder Van Orman, but was resurrected by Elder Hobbs. He found a store where he bought me my first Moleskine. Gridline pages, pocket size, and with the hard cover, my Moleskine became the repository for one-page insights into human nature and what to do about it. It became the place I safeguarded my investigations into scripture and principle. I went on to fill three small moleskines and two and a half large, lined moleskines. We taught English classes twice a week, knocked a lot of doors, and were very systematic in the way we got the word out. I remember riding the train back to our apartment one day after recently losing Miguel and Cleriston, wondering to myself if my job in Portugal wouldn't be to find believers but to condemn the skeptical. It was an obstacle I didn't know how to handle. | Miguel, me, and Gilberto | Cleriston and me | Me, Miguel, and Elder Stott | Me, Blackburn, Baldwin, Hibler, Xidis, Perry, Hobbs, and Halling

9: As you can see, P-Days were pretty awesome. My favorite places to go while in Amadora were out west to Sintra (Quinta da Regaleira, Castelo dos Mouros, and Palácio da Pena) and east to Lisbon (Baixa, Castelo Sao Jorge). At this time in my mission, P-Days were planned so efficiently that we would get groceries and eat lunch in about 30 or 40 minutes before going and writing emails for an hour and then catching the train to our destination until returning by 6:30. Going to Sintra felt a lot like going to the West Hills in Portland, but instead of finding the Pittock Mansion, we found things like this palace to the right. Hobbs, Blackburn, and I went to the Chinese Buffet a couple times, and the buffet was great because we could actually eat a lot. Our bodies had gone so deeply into survival mode that eating enough during the week had to be done very deliberately. Seeing tourists all over the place was also a new thing for us.

10: INTO THE OFFICE! Financial Secretary Office in Benfica, Alcantara was my area, Lapa was my ward July 2008 - February 2009 I remember a conversation I had with Elder Croshaw in car (manual Opel Corsa) the first day I was in the office after being called to be the new financial secretary - he told me that the office was the fast track to leadership, and at that point, that was what I cared about. It was hard to face up to the fact that I knew I would be there for four transfers, especially since I had only been in the country for three. Croshaw and I were very relaxed, even though we took our jobs very seriously. Hobbs and Prince were the Executive Secretaries, so it was good to have a familiar face around, especially Hobbs's. We paid all the rent and other bills for the mission, managed the cell phones, ran errands for President Terry, inspected new apartments, did all the accounting for the mission, kept track of the inventory, got pizza, soda, and ice cream for zone conferences, and took care of all the mission cars, getting their oil changed and other routine maintenance done. It was really overwhelming at first, especially around transfer days. We lived on the 8th floor above the office, and at first with the Execs and the Assistants, but eventually they moved out. If it weren't for the need to basically be on-call, Croshaw and I would have moved to our area and commuted to the office, just so we could keep our distance from the job. The main philosophical dilemma for Croshaw and me in the office was "Do I do what I am told, or do I do what I think is right?" It was a horrible dilemma to be in as a missionary, especially with such strong authority figures and inexperience in the new country. Eventually, I became more desensitized to chaos and turmoil that I started making my own sense of what to do. I had to learn how to drive stick, which didnt take long. We went to a rare parking lot in Benfica and would go in circles until it was smooth. I just had to find the sticky spot in the clutch. | Cutting up cell phone boxes | Taking care of business | Croshaw and me

11: The office was an interesting mix. I often found it tough to switch gears from finances to proselyting, but I eventually realized that service was service and whether I was doing it on the computer or out talking with people, I was helping as much as I could. But all work and no play makes Elder a dull boy. | First Zone Meeting | This is right by the chapel. Irma Miquelina lived in this blue building | Traces of history | A street in my area | In the elevator: Croshaw, Cobb, Me, Hobbs | Our Apartment | Paulo, from Amadora, wanted BOM's in every language possible

12: The Elder Hansen Neck Lump Ordeal, and his "horribly broken" ankle | Making APOSTASALAD | Argila Verde em Pó | Making fun of poorly dressed missionaries | Moleskine | Croshaw and Willian Rau | The Parking Garage Guy

13: Meetings were spiritual, but photos were fun | Elder Caussé | District Meetings | Yardwork on a P-Day to get ready for Elder Caussé | The family of Elder Nelson

14: Panteao Nacional with Croshaw, Christensen, Prince, Luciano, and Wilcox | Riding the trolley

15: Castelo Sao Jorge with Hobbs - to take ridiculous moleskine pictures | At a youth activity for P-Day. Final Countdown. | "Get the Most" became a phrase that embodied a philosophy we hated. It meant selfish competition for its own sake. We advocated "being the most", or being the most you could be instead. | We played tennis with Joao Teixeira for my P-Day birthday and went to Chimarrao | And I got the famous Miquelina cake

16: CHILI'S The assistants didn't believe it was real for over two months, but we went in packs week after week, getting free refills and bottomless chips and salsa, even if we had to explain to the waiter what "bottomless" meant. It was an outlet of brotherhood and sticking it to the man. It exemplified that belief does not change reality, no matter how right you think you are. Chili's is real. | Lunch with our Portuguese students from all over the world | His fifth Pepsi. Because he could. | Bottomless chips and salsa + Guaraná

17: SINTRA It was an escape from the city. It's no wonder the kings had their palaces built here, and they didn't even have to deal with buses, traffic, drunks, smoke, or trains. Just walking around Sintra was therapeutic, so seeing the awesome sites again like Quinta da Regaleira was incredible. Sintra was our wonderland to explore.

18: Sometimes we became a tourist attraction. | Museu Nacional dos Coches

19: Barrett and Wardenburg Eventually, even after Croshaw stayed a fifth transfer because there was nobody who could replace him, he left, and he donned the traditional money tie and moved on. It was my job now to teach Elder Barrett how to do the job, and Elder Wardenburg, from my group, had hurt his ankle badly, so he was with us as well. | This is the same view as the title page - the sun is just rising much farther south.

20: I told Barrett and Wardenburg that nothing would be as bad as the first day because it was transfer day and absolutely crazy. If they could handle that, they could handle anything. That was the night when we had to drop off sisters at President's house and deal with a missionary bringing a knife on the plane to the Azores. But the next day, I had gotten really sick, feeling nauseous and having a horrible headache, I still had to work because they didn't know how to do the job yet, they weren't set up on any of the accounts, and they couldn't even drive the cars because Barrett didn't know stick and Wardenburg was a cripple. With the lights off in our office because of my headache, Wardenburg asked who farted. It wasn't me, and Barrett denied, so Wardenburg put his fist down and said, "ALRIGHT, somebody's lying." We then saw that the toilet had overflowed a little, so we called a plumber while the assistants quickly left because they just had so many things to do. As the Moldovian plumbers and the apartment manager arrived, I established the fact with him that it wasn't our fault and that we wouldn't be paying for any of it. As the plumbers went under the streets and bust open the slab in the apartment lobby to access the valves, they also stuck a hose into the sink in the bathroom to force the clog out. It was at that time that I was going downstairs to make some copies for English Class and strangely followed one of them rolling in a garbage can. I giving President a status update when I saw it: There was POO COMING OUT OF THE CEILING. POO EVERYWHERE. RIVER. LAKE. ELDER HOBBS TRAPPED ON THE OTHER SIDE. ROLLED HIM A CHAIR. SPLASH MARKS ON THE WALL. ON THE FURNITURE. INVENTORY WAS SAFE. COPIER, SAFE. WE WERE SCARRED. This was when I realized that absolutely anything could happen. No matter how much I tried to comfort myself in believing that transfers and visa renewals were our most chaotic jobs, I really had no control over mother nature. And by mother nature, I mean Portugal. It happened on a Friday, and since there were also "sand bars" throughout the chapel next door, several of the missionaries in the zone spent most of Saturday washing carpets and sanitizing tile so people could have church the next day. It never smelled quite the same in there. | POO FLOOD

21: Wardenburg iced his foot every night | I put together the Financial Secretary Guide to make the job easier to do for future generations. | Big quesadilla days | While waiting for English or Portuguese students to arrive, I would practice piano | Our car in the empty Colombo parking garage | I actually did weights once in a while. | Chili's gave me a shirt.

22: On top of big things in Sintra. Castelo dos Mouros was closed, so Cobb and I climbed on walls, rocks, and mountains until we reached the top of it all.

23: Finding the Dedication Rock It's where Portugal was dedicated by Thomas S. Monson for missionary work

24: ZONE CONFERENCES Packages, Pizza, Pedidos - always a party. | We could fit almost anything in the van.

25: Transfers | Missionaries from far spent the night in our apartment | We could see the board, but sometimes we wished we hadn't | Meeting up at the office | We'd drive missionaries to the train stops if they needed it, BUT WE WEREN'T A TAXI SERVICE | jet lag.

26: CAROLING! | While waiting, I watched Elder Holmes get pooped on by a pigeon... it was gruesome. | Barrett, Wardenburg and me with Pai Natal | Jazzing up the Christmas Music | BACALHAU

27: CHRISTMAS was a busy time. There was a lot of caroling and spreading of cheer. Caroling was one of my favorite things to do during this season, especially with the Lapa ward members like Bispo Sá Barros, Miquelina, the Rau family, and the Teixeiras. Tyler, from Seattle, was studying in Lisbon at the time, and it was very enjoyable to help make their time better when they were so far away from home. We had special Christmas zone conferences in Oeiras and in Miratejo, and since I was in the office, I got to go to both. It was a slow time for missionary work, especially around New Year's, but nonetheless it was an enlightening time to better understand how awesome it is that a Savior was born. | Ward Christmas Party | District Christmas Lunch | Oeiras Christmas Zone Conference and Groupies

28: After one transfer with us, Wardenburg became the new Executive Secretary with Cobb. | Trying to decide on what sandwiches to order for Transfer Meeting | Catan got a little out of hand sometimes. | Sending tiiles home. Yep. And they made it.

29: Keeping it together. | When only Tyler and Kristen showed up for Portuguese class once, we went to Starbucks with them instead. | Elevator | Communist traces | Yardwork | While dropping off beds during transfers, we took a wrong turn and went across the Vasco da Gama bridge, the longest one in Europe, I hear. We picked up the other bed in Setúbal because we were nearby. Happy New Years!

30: Belém

31: Also, Elder Bednar came and IT WAS AWESOME, but I don't have pictures because IT WAS THAT AWESOME. | I asked him what to do if investigators don't seem to be too responsive, and he referred me to Alma 32, where the people asked, "what should we do?" He said that we should try to find out when people don't know what to do about their life and help them figure it out for themselves.

33: Saying goodbye to the Office | Familia Teixeira: Friend, Joao, Ana, and André Barrett, the Sisters, and I helped them move out in the rain using the van, our man muscles, and our God-given compassion | Família Rau Werninho, Wendy, Willian, Wivian, and Werner | Deco, finally coming back to church. | José Alberto | Familia Sá Barros | Tyler and Kristen, from Seattle

34: Hello, Almada

35: Paula and Calú | António Armada and his family (members in another ward) | Josiane and the Vaz family

36: Venancio and Vaz boys | Vaz and Carvalho boys | Bispo Carlos Vaz - Bishop by day, taxi driver by night. | Irmao Saturnino - Sassy mumbling old man, and a troublemaker. Generous and a good guy. | André | Família Almeida


38: Familia Carvalho would have us over for lunch after church every week. SO nice of them. It was always great. | We played a lot of soccer in the Parque da Paz, until the new mission president Moroni Torgan banned soccer. Oh well.

39: We lived right here, on the 17th floor --> | P-Day: Packing, Package, Pizza, Pop | My District: Corbett, Bass, Wilcox, Mack, Lister

40: Training Elder Nielsen in Almada for three transfers, but I thought it would be for just one. In retrospect, it was the perfect storm: stagnant area, little to no meaningful contact with other people, and lots of perceived responsibility.

41: Irmao Almeida, our ward mission leader. | Our elevator. | I tried pretty hard to make good food and teach him how to cook, but I gave up pretty quickly. | The Ten Commandments at Cristo Rei had a couple modifications. Not worshiping idols and not committing adultery were exchanged for commandments to control your thoughts.

42: I definitely felt a lot of pressure being a trainer, especially with a kid I had been acquainted with in Seminary one year during high school. I tried to do as much of what my trainer did, giving chances to stretch and push ourselves. But the progress didn't seem to be appearing like we thought it would. With Corbett, I had gained a whole new drive and sense of optimism for missionary work, and with the didactic MTC drive that Nielsen had with him, I felt like I was doing something wrong, since most of the talking and pretty much all of the understanding had to be done by me. It got to a point where I felt like it didn't matter what I did -- if I tried really hard, the result would be the same as if I didn't try hard at all. This caused loads of conflict in my mind, and I began trying to figure out what in the world was going on and if this whole deal was just a gimmick or if I really was just messing things up somehow. It definitely wasn't comfortable, especially when I started allowing myself to be a little bit deviant just because I wanted to. I just didn't feel like I could be myself, and whether or not I was myself didn't seem to matter.

43: Pretty much, we worked all the time. | António Armada was a great new member. He was very generous to other people, even when he needed some help himself. | I taught Josiane with Stott when I was in Amadora, but then she moved to Almada. When I came to Almada, she was just a month or so away from baptism. It was incredible to be able to see somebody I taught a year before be baptized. Bass had found her in Queluz, and he was in the ward and baptized her. She became the Young Women's leader in the ward and was much more confident and positive than she used to be. | Ricardo was a bit of a punk, but ended up changing his mind and getting baptized. He still had to work on getting rid of some punitude.

44: LISBON | The Elevator in Lisbon | The Navigators in Belém | The Arch in Lisbon | Sé Cathedral

45: Boca de Inferno | With Tippets and his greenie. It was the only time I rode a bike on my mission. They were free bikes for tourists in Cascais, and we rode on a cliffside road to see the sights.

46: After a while, working all day trying to convince people just to listen to our message, I dove back inward in a search for meaning in all of it. It was honorable to be on a mission, but I wanted to have purpose in what I was doing. With the perfect storm upon me, I got so desperate that I finally felt like I could do things for the most fundamental reason possible: because I want to. It's great to do things because somebody of authority told you to do it, but the real reason for that kind of obedience is because you want to obey them. Living just by obedience to authority wasn't enough for me anymore. I wanted to be happy, and if authority didn't want me to be happy, I didn't want authority. As I began comfortable exploring my desires, talking to people like Rozendo Zeferino helped me see that figuring out what you truly, deeply want and achieving it is most important. I found out that I am happiest when I am useful in helping other people be truly happy. Service is nice, but charity is improving the lives of others. When came to talk to Rozendo about missionary work, he could feel that I was in need, and instead of just talking about what we wanted to talk about, he talked about taking care of his ailing wife and how finding out how people were doing and helping them along in life were his greatest joys. His best decisions were joining the church and marrying his wife, and he did everything he could with so little from a very early age to accomplish those things. In some of my hardest times, he was the greatest example I had. It was during this time that I started being honest with people and especially with myself. If I didn't believe or know something, I didn't appeal to authority. I learned from experience, and if I couldn't learn it from my own experience or from somebody else, it wasn't worth worrying about. One day, when I was fiddling with an old watch that had been dying, he went and grabbed me some of his old watches and let me have one. When he gave it to me, it was silver with a black band, and over time, the plating had worn off revealing the plain copper underneath and the band aged and tattered. It's a reminder to me that charity is all that matters, and it leads to everything worthwhile. People compliment me for the way my watch looks, and I'm glad, because every time somebody does, I remember him and learning that I want charity to be my top priority. | Beyond Good and Evil Utility and Contentment | Instead of going out and knocking doors, I put my foot down and decided that we would just do something nice for somebody, so we made plates of fudge. We took two plates to each set of people: one for them and one for them to give to somebody else. The experience of charity is our most valuable lesson.

47: Experimenting with Expression | Palácio da Pena | Dome of the Rock + temple | Palácio Nacional in Sintra | Delivery of the Liahona | Essence of Preston | Perception and Extremes | The culminating piece for me at this time was the one titled here as "Perception and Extremes". It represents the contrast between absolutism and relativism, expressing that a thing is arbitrarily defined by the one perceiving it and that reality is a matter of perception and not of intuition. The extremes in colors on each side represent how diverse the human experience can be. I chose to use a p orbital as the subject because the contours of the p orbital are arbitrary even though it is a lineless cloud, and even that the entire idea is just an arbitrary juxtaposition of theory and data.

48: Ana was our English Class student. I started sharing personal thoughts from the Book of Mormon that I honestly thought would be useful to her. The other elders taught her, and she ended up getting baptized after I left. | Herlésio

49: António Fragoso - I finally found out why he wouldn't come to church after the missionaries after us told me why. Basically, he told them that I was too good of a friend of his and Nielsen was too innocent. | SINTRA | Monserrate

50: It really wasn't life on the edge, but sometimes it felt like it. I wasn't worrying anymore about all the garbage that would hang me up before. | Igreja do Carmo - lost its roof in the earthquake of 1755 and killed a bunch of people | Quinta da Regaleira, yet again

51: Goodbye, Almada! | Valdino and his crew. He referred us to all his friends - devout Adventists or Evangelicals, and they listened. He would read the Book of Mormon and understand it well, but he wouldn't get up and do much about it. He defended the Book of Mormon in conversation, but he sure didn't defend it when confronted by the alarm clock. | Cristina Faro was definitely mentally ill, but really appreciated our visits. She was a less-active member who actually came back to church, but after we left, things fell apart and she actually committed suicide. | Família Carvalho | Our golden investigator we found on Nielsen's first day. She couldn't read and had no time. e ran into her on my last day and got this picture.

52: OLIVAIS | I loved it here, even if it was only for six weeks. | Hatch, me, Golden, McLean

53: Our House

54: Castelo dos Mouros

56: Torre de Belém and the Ultramar Monument | Mavigators Monument | Ultramar Monument

58: Gago Coutinho Chapel

59: Working in Olivais required a lot of creativity. It was a fairly wealthy area, and most of the people were on férias, so we went for exposure and greativity. I painted the Plan of Salvation on the world's longest canvas (5 km) and a lot of people looked. We just did our best, though, and we helped people when we could.

60: Then to Alvalade with Elder Silva! | Silva and I knocked a lot of doors and did a lot of contacts, and right away he was shocked with how rude the people were in Lisbon. I joked with him that I didn't know any different, and for just a brief moment wondered what it would be like to be serving a mission where the culture was nice to strangers. After finding little success with brute force finding, we cultivated even stronger relationships with the members, hoping to make sure that the ward itself had some functioning charity and compassion. He was a great missionary, and despite the difficulty, I loved speaking Portuguese with him all the time and getting to know him better. It was tough to get through his missionary shell, but as soon as we both discarded our own, the work was awesome and we had a great time over the six weeks we were together. We helped members feel more involved and welcome, like Irma Encarnacao. Paulo, the perpetual investigator, got plenty of new insights and motivations from us, like shortening his cigarettes and remembering how great his life was before he gave it away to drugs. We sought out less-active members, and since Silva was Portuguese, he connected very quickly and deeply with them. His genuineness was powerful when it came out.

61: Some of my favorite times with the ward were to take their didactic, intellectual ward family home evenings and turn them into a lovefest. We baked cookies and gave them to kids playing soccer behind the church, we drew pictures, and we got back in touch with why it feels so good to be in the Church. Yes that is a pig ear. | The Metro | Dale Harding, Terry, Silva, and Me

62: Adventuring

63: Carlos and Family | Carlos wanted to do it. It had so little to do with us. So much to do with Him. Right place at the right time. Every time. | The ward rallied around this less-active family after we went after them and didn't give up on their giving up on themselves. Love is a powerful thing.

64: To Monte da Caparica for the last stretch! | MONTE KAPTA | with Elder Johnson

65: Steve. Steeeeve. | There were so many immigrants that there was a Brazilian store. | I started doing acrylics in Alvalade, and I really kept going in Monte Kapta. | Since we had two duplas, we would do weekly planning together sometimes.

66: Finding out about transfers. Look at the pain on Coombs's face! | At Palácio de Ajuda

67: It poured in Lisbon this day, and we just accepted it and enjoyed it.

68: New comps! Ronson and Walker | Most of Costa was like this, but we didn't go out here that much once the areas were combined. The church was here, though. | Cold!!!!! | District Meeting listening to Elder Bednar's talk, "Things As They Really Are", which talks about not losing sight of the tangible.

69: Marisa and Claudio with Walker | Lurdes, Marisa, Ronson | I sat down, she turned away. Don't give up. | Geraldo - what a beast. | Milton, the legendary | I hurt my ankle after visiting a legless guy. Ironic. Just a week before going home.

70: Velaszquez, Davis, P. Torgan, Me, Wallace, Golden, then below: Willardson and White | Playing Settlers of Catan all night to have fun and defeat jet lag. | Out to lunch with Benfica members | Wallace, Me, and Golden | The Torgans

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