We are now in a beautiful little town called Trevelin in the Patagonian Argentine province of Chubut. It is about fifteen miles south of Esquel, and there are about 6,400 people living here. It was settled by the Welsh and was named Trevelin (from Trefelin, the Welsh for "mill town") after the first mill in the late 1800's.
We spend our days visiting members of the church in this town. We are only a twenty-minute drive from Chile. We had a great Family Home Evening for the branch members last week and a lot of people showed up. We had a little lesson on prayer and then played a game where someone stands in the middle and says change chairs if you have....brown hair, painted fingernails, or if you ate bread today or something like that. People are flying everywhere and laughing - they had a lot of fun. Then we served facturas (pastries) and small slices of pizza. They love anything with SALT!
We had lunch a member's home this week. She served us the best chicken she had. We don't know if she killed one in the yard or purchased it. She started with ten hens and we don't dare ask her how many she has now. She is a good cook, and we were touched at her kindness knowing she has very little for herself.
We went looking for a member last week named Viviana and couldn't find the home so a girl on the same block showed us where she lived. We knocked but nobody was home. We went back yesterday to see if we could find her and ran into her husband. We introduced ourselves and he said, "Hey, people from your church were here last year and the year before - and we are good and don't need to see you anymore." I said that is fine, but please tell Viviana hello from us and that we would come back to see her again on another day. He then got frustrated and asked why we would need to come back again and I explained that she is a member of the church and that we needed to know who she was and wanted to meet her. He had this shocked look on his face and said, "Dude, I have lived with this woman for over twenty years and she is NOT a mormon!" After clarifying the full name with a little more detail we determined that it was not the Viviana we were looking for - it was someone else named Viviana. Gave him a good scare and all had a good laugh!
The area is beautiful and reminds us a lot of Utah!
If people have a gate in front of their home we clap and they come to the door. If there is no gate, we can knock on their front door.
We also had a great Easter party on Saturday and a lot of kids attended. It was fun because the people didn't just run home as soon as the eggs were painted, they stuck around and talked and played soccer for another hour or so.