I have no clue how far I am from the mission home. The taxi ride didn't seem too long... Let's see, so our area is just split off from a bigger area. It's just a city. The buildings aren't as nice as in the states, but I like it. There's always people out and about so finding and teaching is easy. I'm blessed to be in a South American mission. Oh, but walking all day is SO draining, especially because my TALL comp walks twice as fast as me and expects me to keep up with her.
Danny is leaving soon! Hurray! I'm so excited for him!
So when I got out of the taxi at our room, elders from our district where there to help us with our luggage. One of them, Elder Wilson, looked at me and asked, Are you white? I responded, what? He said, Yes! Good! It was strange. He's a goof. He and his comp had our area as part of their area before, so they've been helping us a ton this week.
We have hot water!
Sometimes I agree to things without realizing it. Dang language barrier. Usually it's just saying the prayer.
My comp and I ALWAYS are singing. She loves it as much as me. SO that's fun!
My district leader, Elder Rojas, is Latino, so I was talking to him (barely) in Spanish, and he told me he was going to get me over my fear of speaking Spanish. And so he forced me to share a spiritual thought in my first district meeting. Oh boy!
That's really about it. I'll see if I can send some pics now. And I want some time to email my old district. Talk to you next week!
my district from the mtc
My trainer and first apartment (with HOT WATER)