Funny story, okay here it goes....

Niki, Danielle, and I (3 gringas) rode to the neighborhood that we work in, on the ministry bus. We thought that one of the boys would meet us at the bus stop, but he wasn't there. So as we are exiting the bus, the bus driver tell us to get 2 bags of meat for our ministry. So we go get the meat and start our walk. Danielle is holding one and I am holding the other. Like we don't look odd enough walking through this Argentine neighborhood, i mean you don't just see 3 gringas walking by themselves through a neighborhood like La Foresta everyday. So we are fine, just walking along, past the hair shop almost past the park and then.....the bag of meat breaks. The meat plops on the ground. So I run back and pick it up( i have been in Argentina waaaay too long, 8 months ago i would have never picked raw meat up off the sidewalk). So now we are 3 gringas walking with raw meat in our hands to the church. No worries though, we stopped at the fire station and washed it off and picked the pebbles out.