Shortly after Christmas, we had a huge snowstorm that lasted most of Saturday and into Sunday. All missionaries with cars had to park them and walk. This wasn't a problem for the city missionaries, who didn't have cars anyway, but for us on Long Island, it meant we got a lot of exercise and not much else. Sister Gines and I actually didn't even live in our area, so we left our area early on Saturday to park the car at our apartment. Then we trudged through snow to try and tract in an area that wasn't ours. And we didn't live by very many houses/apartments. So it was a little challenging.
Trudging through the snow
Passed the Amityville sign (where we lived) so we stopped for pictures
Found a random cart, so I hopped in
Church was cancelled the next day because of all the snow. We didn't want to tract an untracteable area again, so we took the Long Island Railroad into our area. I think it cost us like $7. By then it wasn't snowing anymore, but we still weren't allowed to use our cars. We met the elders in our district at the church to decide what we were going to do that day. We decided to all walk to a house where an inactive member lived. She wasn't usually home, but her sister was and we were trying to get her baptized since she had been coming to church for about a year and a half. And she always fed us on Sundays. (I heard after I came home that she finally did get baptized!)
So we made the long trek to their house, but first we got all bundled up (it was so cold!). I'm the shorter one.:
Our district outside the church:
After we finally got there and ate and thawed out a little, we had a little snowball fight with the kids that live there. (This definitely wasn't your typical Sunday.)
I think the rest of the day was spent trying to tract, look up inactives, etc. By the time we got on the train to head back home, I was exhausted.