Monday, September 1, 2014

Thousands of Butterflies

Dear family, 

Thus week the drought ended all at once. A blanket of clouds rolled in, the heavens burst open, and it rained for 3 days and 3 nights straight. All the Dominicans (who are inherently terrified of getting wet) hid in their houses until the sky cleared and the sun came out once more. 

As the rivers in the streets drained and were absorbed by the parched earth, the men hurried to the fields to plant their seeds and the women rushed to collect water at the nearest source. We passed by Carmen's house that day and found her and the children eagerly hauling water up the mountainside. So, we descended with them to the small stream, filled our buckets, and helped them carry water up to the house until their tanks were full. (After my mission, I will never again take indoor plumbing or continuous running water for granted.)

Now, in all of Ocoa, there is clean clothing hanging up on lines everywhere and water spilling from the doorways of freshly scrubbed houses. The flowers are blooming shades of blushing pink and violet, the leaves are greener, and the air is alive with butterflies - literally tens of thousands of bright yellow butterflies in great clouds floating through the streets and dancing all around us day after day, always heading in the same direction. I think it may be some sort of migration, and it is truly a magnificent and beautiful sight to behold. 

As for how the work is going, Hna Martinez and I continue to get along splendidly and work hard together. She is so kind and loving, and I don't think I'd mind another transfer here with her. We make a good team, there is a lot of work to be done here in Ocoa, and I feel like perhaps my portion of it isn't quite finished. 

We finally managed to find Esterlin this week and I was heartbroken to find out that he had enrolled in a Sunday-morning accounting class at the university and will be unable to attend church for 3 months. He says he still knows that the Church is true, but that he doesn't feel ready to be baptized. It's sad to see how hard Satan works on people after they gain a testimony - sometimes I feel like he manages to knock their feet right out from under them right as they're approaching the baptismal font. We did, however, manage to set a baptismal date with Carmen this week. It's for 4 October... hopefully she can keep a firm footing until then.
Con amor, 

Hna Kaitlin Olsen

P.S. We spent the afternoon at the beach today, so that's why I'm writing later. It was beautiful and relaxing. I can't wait until you guys get to see a Dominican beach :)
Kaitlin and Hermana Martinez

The Chapel

P Day on the beach

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