Week Report:
The apartment is good. My shower is basically a hose with only hot water. Actually kind of nice. No oven but a stove top. Good stuff. My p-day today was playing soccer at 6:30, breakfast, going to our friend Lenin's house. He has an electric guitar so I was in heaven. Then we went to the house and napped.
Me and my comp speak only Spanish outside and Spanglish in the house. Spanish is hard but def coming along. I can understand lots of words and phrases but miss a lot of context. I am confident in lessons and contacting though.
Don't really ever see other missionaries. Just us two in Barbosa.
Want to hear more of your missionary stories. I loved the journal entries you sent last week.
Secret stairs look awesome, wish I could be there.
Love my parents Facebook rants.
Halloween was awesome. Most of the costumes were anonymous masks and sexy animals. There was big parade at night and we took pictures of the best costumes.
Every night before bed, me and Elder Porras started saying. "God, I´m ready to die."
I like the field because everyday I'm forced out of my comfort zone. I had to teach an hour lesson on the merits of honesty at church this Sunday. Taking up an hour of the lives of 10 Colombian adults in broken Spanish.
Every day for breakfast we have rice, and fried ham wrapped up in a tortilla.
Me and Elder Porras are the only missionaries in Barbosa, but we frequently go to Tunja for district meetings. I don't know if I said this last week, but I cherish the bus ride to Tunja with all my soul. It feels like 5 hours. I can just sleep and think.
I am the only gringo in my district. I speak a lot of Spanglish with Porras.
I contacted this one dude who was an immigrant from Venezuela. He thought we were cops. That was pretty crazy.
We saw a dog get hit by a motocycle and then walk away like nothing happened.
It´s really cool that we just get to have indepth conversations with different Colombian people everyday. A lot of talk about aliens and vampires and reincarnation.
I bought these soccer shorts because they had the 3 lion Normandy flag. Maybe William the Bastard's flag because I think its for an English team.
Me and Porras got matching ties and we are putting Mexican and Colombian soccer patches on them.
The best juice here. Every house has a big jug of homemade juice. Really foamy and cold. So good.
Me and Porras were watching a town soccer game. He told me, "The first gift of a Latin Father to his children is a ball". He says bada** stuff like that alot.
Porras only has 4 weeks left so I told him we have to do everything he hasn't done yet these last few weeks.
Played soccer this morning with members. The branch pres and the old branch pres were really competitive. Literally everyone is good at soccer.
English class went well. We went over common Colombian phrases and their English equivalents.
Everyone talks to me about the election here too. Nobody likes Trump anywhere.
Good week.
Paz y Consuelo en sus almas
ETS
