Things I must tell you about…
They have this mango ice cream here that is to die for and if I could send some home to you I would. Wow.
I got some crunchy peanuts from la tienda (the store) & pretty much they are like Mexican/Japanese goodness –but also very abnormal.
Let’s get down to business… the food. Sometimes it’s way yummy & they’ll feed us a hamburger or fish, & then sometimes I literally have no idea what is on my plate. It will be green or brown & you just gotta for it.
For example, one morning there was this heap of runny brown stuff and I was like, okay. So, I ate the brown stuff & LOL, it was soggy tortilla chips in a sauce & that was the end of my breakfast. But it’s really not bad because you can have Nutella toast for almost every meal.
At first District 8B wasn’t my favorite, but it’s getting better every day. HERMANA H IS IN MY DISTRICT. Seriously though. Can you spell tender mercy? Wow, I’m thankful for that one.
Mis companieras, Hermana P & Hermana M, I adore them. Okay, a funny thing about being in a trio is that someone always has to use the restroom, and it’s usually Hermana P, because I promise, she has the smallest bladder ever. They are so funny, but it’s also very strange
being with someone all day. Not to mention two someones.
Everyone in my district has some sort of background with Spanish, except for me, and that sucks because I feel inferior all the time. However, I think it will become a blessing because some of them are
becoming more willing to help me. But at first I was like, “uh, uh, why would you do this to me?” Not fair.
Also, there is an boy in my district, Elder Nef, and Hermana P says he looks just like Sheen from Jimmy Neutron, so Heather please send me a picture of Sheen so we can compare. This is serious.
The best thing about having native teachers is not how they teach. Why? Oh, because they literally just talk in Spanish and I nod and say, “Si, yeah okay”, but really in my head I’m like, “WHAT IS GOING ON? PLEASE DON’T CALL ON ME, I
HAVE THE BRAVERY OF A CHICKEN NUGGET”. If you’re wondering what I’m talking about look up the Poker Studio C and you’ll get it.
Funny: I asked one of my teachers what the difference between a taco and a burrito was and he looked at me like I committed a crime. He’s like, “MUCHO difference”, and so I’m like, “Hit me with it”. So, get this, burritos are wrapped, have beans, and a flour tortilla, and are never fried. IDK man, people and their burritos.
So, on my second day here we taught
our investigator, and I literally thought I was going to die. Her name is Paula, and of course she only speaks Spanish. But, I am now able to understand about 20-40 percent of what she says, which sounds good, but in all reality is really sketchy when I try to answer her questions. She could be asking something really important and I will just be like, “yep, the church is true, wanna get baptized?” Mostly because that’s all I know how to say, but also because it’s true.
My companion asked her if she wanted to get baptized in a table because the word for table sounds strangely like the word for month. Also, the words sin and fish are WAY too similar, especially for someone that doesn’t speak Spanish. Pray for me.
This part of Mexico is a little scary sometimes. There are fireworks, gunshots, and all else, literally the majority of the time so there’s a big wall surrounding the perimeter of the CCM & guards at the gate. I’ve heard more sirens in my time here than I have probably my entire life. It’s sad to hear so many.
I do apologize for the likely spelling errors. I seem to be forgetting how to spell, but I also don’t know Spanish yet, and honestly sometimes my French is running around in my head as well, so aye yae
yae.
I regret not taking Spanish in high school.
