¡Hola personas¡
It feels like forever since I last wrote but I guess its really only been a week. Time is so different here in el CCM, but I love being able to speak spanish and talk about the gospel.
I thought the rain here in Mexico was bad but I guess that all those in Provo got it worse then all in one day. The thing about rain here in Mexico is that it rains every day guaranteed. It hasn´t been quite as bad as you guys got but there are always puddles, they never go away and replenished everyday. If it wasn´t immature for me to go puddle jumping and if it wouldn´t make me late for my classes I would love it even more. But as it is I still love it.
This last friday we finished teaching our first "investigador" who then became our new afternoon teacher. When we first met him he was kind of strange and we struggled a little to teach him. But my companera y yo trusted in the Lord and by the end of our teaching we had given him un libro de mormon which he read, had challenged him to pray, which he did. And we also invited him to be baptised, which he accepted. True he wasn´t a real investigador but he pulled it off very well. The teachers name is Hermano Wolfe, he is from a wee little town in Idaho. And he never speaks english to any of us, which is awesome. He is also a great singer, and very patient with our districto.
I don´t want to sound like I am bragging when I say this, but yo hablo y entiendo mas epsanol que todos personas en mi districto. And its not entirely a bad thing, because then I can talk and laugh with the teacher, like the example I shared last week. Which reminds me that I guess I did mention this a little last week, sorry this is the second letter in a row with me complaining about this. I guess it just bothers me a bit because I am treated a little like and outcast because I know more. Its nice when they ask me for help to know a certain word or how to say something. But its a little frustrating to not be treated equal to them, which I guess in a way....I am not. Oh well.
Alright I am off my high horse and back to life. I will try to keep the rest of this letter up beat.
So....oh my branch presidents wife made little flags out of cloth with the mexican colors so that everyone in our district could wear them this week for mexican independence day. They are so cute and mine is always with my name tag and so they just go together great and it makes me happy to blow on it and pretend it is waving to me. (yes I am a bit crazy :P) Its cool because just our district has them and so as I walk around everyday I can see all the people in my branch, its really cool. And something really fun when walking to breakfast at the comedor every morning is that the path we take cada manana takes us past this little rock or statue thing.....I´m not sure. But anyway, it has a face on it, like the faces you would see in aztec or mayan ruins. Its really funny, I haven´t named him yet. But every time I pass him I give him a little pat on the head, and then I try not to sink into the mud around him.
This grass every where has mud, again if I weren´t a missionary I would spend my days playing in the mud, but of course I must be more mature then that. (Though that doesn´t mean that I don´t secretly desire to play in the mud and make a few mud pies for my teachers. I mean, who doesn´t love a mud pie)
Yesterday afternoon we had our weekly service project. For this week we went to the laundry room and helped fold sheets. It was really fun to be able to help but it was also a bit boring. We still had a lot of laughs, and we had to help the Elderes quite a bit to know how to fold. Silly Elderes. When we got there they had just pulled the sheets out of the dryers, which by the way are huge!! When I first saw the washers and dryers my first though, and I am not joking was, and I quote "Holy Pumpkins! Do you know how much ice cream you could fit into those things!" my second thought directly after the first was just as odd. And I quote again "I could just jump into one of those and take a shower and then jump into the dryer and I would be done in no time. I could even fall asleep if I wanted to."
To put anyones worries or suspicions to rest, no I did not actually do it. Though lets admit, it would have been really fun, like a roller coaster ride that gets you clean at the same time. ( Just as long as you can keep your lunch down)
So I don´t remember if I mentioned this last week, because it might have happened after my last p-day. But I went shopping!!! Yes mom you read right, I went shoppping. (For those of you who don´t know, I don´t really like shopping and I gave mom the hardest time when shopping for my mission) What did I buy you all wonder? Well I will tell you.....I bought food.
Mom I know you don´t like it when the kids roll their eyes, but feel free to do so now after reading this. Or while reading this if you can, that would be quite a challenge.
I bought some little chocolate candies called choco ritas and some ice cream. They were delicious! The unfortunate thing is, they are gone.....and so I need to buy s´more. Also I ate all my york peppermint patties, which was a really sad day when I had to throw the bag away. But oh my goats! Greatest thing every. They have conchas in el comedor!!! For those of you who are confused, conchas (as my teacher told me they were called) are the mexican sweet breat that has the stripes of sugar on top. Usually white or brown sugar on top, if you don´t remember I have a picture of when that I will try and send with this letter. If I don´t accidently ruin the computer because I am drooling over the computer, I will try to restrain myself.
Well what else can I tell you......oh this week.....wait...yesterday...this week. We started having what is called TRC (I have no idea what it stands for so don´t ask, lo siento). And when we did it for the first time yesterday we were just paired up with other missionaries. Normally we are supposed to talk with members from the surrounding area but do to something I don´t know, they didn´t show up. Which is ok. The first set of missionaries my companion and I were with were two elderes who are in their 6th week. We talked a little and then they gave us some tips. In the middle of that conversation my teacher (Hermano Wolfe) called me to go and sit with two hermanas. They didn´t know what was going on though, even though it was their 6th week too. So I just talked with them in spanish, it was fun. One hermana was from Arizona and the other Hawaii, and she actually knows the Ludlow family, they were in a same ward in Hawaii. Her name is Hermana Keys, but I don´t know anything else about her. We had fun talking and I got to use a lot of spanish, even though they didn´t always reply in spanish, but hey thats ok.
Well I think that about sums up.....oh wait! One of the hermanas that I share a room with got bit by what we think was a spider, and her arm (well its right on her elbow, so I guess her elbow) Is so swollen red and is really hot to the touch. When she first got bitten on sunday I told her "You know my family has this great thing called ´golden seal´ its a cure all that would totally help if I had some" But obviously I don´t. Yesterday morning she went to the clinic and they gave her some sort of anti-biotic (we think, they didn´t pay attention) to help with the swelling, I don´t think it has made much of a difference though. But it is a great joke in nuestro districto because all the Elderes thing she is going to turn into spider man. That or one day its going to burst and a bunch of baby spiders are going to come out. Gross! Well I´ve got to get going.
I have things to get done to be ready for the rest of the week.
Bless you all! Love you all! Please send letters because I love hearing your adventures, I wish I had time to write an individual letter to everyone but unfortunately they don´t give me that much time.
Love you!
Hermana Monsivais
P.S. Let me know if you can´t see the pictures and I will have to find another way to send them.
