we also talked to an old lady who's important to the church but just hadn't really went over to us yet. she grew up in philly some typa african american puerto rican, moved to puerto rico eventually, then came back later. her whole thing was that american churches are slowly dying, she didn't know true worship till puerto rico, and she wanted to get everybody to perform on stage sometimes, including us, believing god would bring any missing music ability and didnt want professional sound anyway. she sung all this information to us rather than speaking it, which was ofc delightful. she bonded with mom over homeschooling as she had to do that to teach her kids both english and spanish in puerto rico.
as we left she suddenly pointed at me and told my mom "make this one hug me, he's the one of you i always watch move around. i don't know, there's just something about him!" so i hugged her, and then as we went home, my family revived an old joke. when i was a kid, there were quite a few times when random strangers in turkey would come up and hand me money, sometimes crossing streets and chasing us down to do so, so my family joked about using me as a missions org mascot, raising tons of money via most randos finding me a particularly cute kid (or being drawn to intangible aura, as the joke seemingly shifted to in lieu of me not being a cute little kid anymore)