24 June 1999

Today was interesting.  It's John the Baptist Day, some stupid Catholic holiday.  Everyone went to the beach this morning to swim.  I didn't think much of it.  This afternoon, Elder Surowiec and I were working with Bobong Dosdos and Sheryl Pacres.  We were riding in a bus towards Tolingon to hopefully teach a second discussion.  I was sitting by the window watching everything go by as I usually do.  Suddenly, a bunch of kids started screaming outside as we started to pass.  I looked at them just in time to see a bucketful of water thrown right in my face.  I got drenched.  I just sat there not believing what had just happened.  Elder Surowiec looked at me and started to laugh uncontrollably.  I was angry at first, but then I started to laugh at myself.  The bus got hit two more times, but my window was closed.  The people in the back got drenched.  They really seemed to enjoy it.