añlskdfjñdfzxcnvkdjfHmmmmmm.. where to begin.. first off I apolize for the weird symbols that my come in the keyboard is really weird since its spanish ¨'¨these thingys are really hard to find...
Anyways, enough about the keyboard. Lets talk about what's important. Me! Chiste. Out in the mission field I´'m the least important. First comes god, then the people, then my comp, then me. That's how it be. Soo it took like one whole day to get to buenos aires, I spent the night in a hotel over there and explored the city a bit. It was reeeeaaaallly different. Tons of people and really dirty is how I'd describe it... There was a bidet in the hotel.. and I used it.. it was wild. Then I got up, went to the airport and waited for like five hours because the plane was delayed. I flew for five hours to Comodoro and spent a night there with some of the missionaries, then I met my new comp-Elder Ellis-and drove on a bus for the rest of the day and slept in my apartment.
Brief description of my apartment. This is just an estimate, but I'd say in total its about 12ft by 25ft. I'm not good at estimates, thats my best guess. It does have a high ceiling though, so it doesn't feel cramped and thats nice. We have a shower and sometimes hot water.. as in its hot for the first minute of your shower and then you jump in and out of the water to rinse yourself off.. we have a bidet, but we use toilet paper, I haven't quite mastered the technique yet of bidet-ing. It's all reddish tile which is easy to clean and we have a bunkbed, closet, tiny kitchen, a table and enough drawers for one person(I've been living mostly outta my suitcase).
Meals here are weird. We have barely any brekkers, just some crackers or something, a masssssssive lunch-which always makes you tired afterwards-no wonder they have siestas after lunch erryday. Then dinner is like at 8:30, but we just like eat some unsalted saltines or something back at the pension(apartment).
Rawson is beautiful, my companion and I run at the beach every morning since we live right by it. But yeah, it kinda looks like kennewick, except on the coast. The beach is mostly a pebble beach exept between the jettys theres sand in there. During the day people spend most of their time there. We'll knock doors and people just straight up arent there, literally everyone is on the beach all day saturday and sunday. They even go there for their siestas and get tans. I've never been there when other people are there, just in the morning. Our aparment is literally a block away from the beach. I love it.
The food here is awesome. The people are suuuper nice. We have tons of investigators, people just don't really follow through much, so theres a lotta less actives. We did get a couple less actives to come to church on sunday, that was pretty cool. Oh and I had to bear my testimony on sunday because it was fast sunday. I was't nervous since the people are suuuuper nice. Mostly I just smile a lot. I bet the people here think I'm simple because I mostly nod, smile-unless they´re not smiling-and say si. Simple Jack, that's me. You m-m-m-m-m-ake me happy.
But really its not bad, I don't have to be good yet, people don't expect anything outta me yet, so im good. The trick is to not get frustrated with myself, just keep smiling and know that it just takes time and lotsa faith. I can actually talk a lot, and I talk as much as I can, but I can't understand anything. People talk reaaaly fast and have thick accents. I know the words, I just can´t understand when people say them.
I ¨taught¨ my first lesson my first day. It was to a members kids friends. It was tough because there were kids running around everywhere and throwing stuff during my prayer. But, I things quieted down and I really felt the spirit towards the end. Thats when I feel the spirit the strongest is when we are teaching. Even though I can't really understand what my companion is saying I still know its true because of what I feel. The gospel is true no matter what the language is and Christ's atonement is for everyone. The language of the holy ghost is universal, and I can speak it when I bear my simple testimony to people. Maybe thats another way the gift of tongues is manifest, to speak with the tongues of angels, to convey your message with the holy ghost. In that sense all missionaries need the gift of tongues.
Anyways, lots to explain and not much time. Sorry if I don't respond to your individual letters this week, I will next week. I promise.
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