Two Hispanic women parked in my driveway and knocked on the side door.
"Oh," they said when they saw me. They weren't expecting a gringo, but I understood. We bought this house back in December, but pieces of mail sent to previous renters often are addressed to Hispanic names.
"We are looking for some Spanish people," said one of the women with a heavy accent. "We are preaching about the Bible," she said, gesturing into her big black pocketbook.
They said thank you and nodded and walked away.
Maybe she assumes gringos don't need the Word.