This week we went to the Presidente of the Rama’s house, Pesidente Camacho.
He had a guitar and played some sweet music for us called Zamba. Look it up. It is great. I’m gonna learn it when I get home.
Somebody told me that they are a professional guitar player and when he started playing I kinda felt like I was watching Boom goes the Dynamite. I got such bad goose bumps that I had to leave the room.
Our area is full of farms and we went and saw little piggies and I’m going to try to go to milk a cow next week.
This week 2 groups of teenage girls tried talking to us. I felt so uncomfortable because all I could manage to stutter out was "...uh....uh...." I realized that my life is a lot easier without having to try to talk to girls.
It rained a whole butt load this week. We left and had some good water. Its good thing though cause nobody washes our clothes here and we have only had 20 dollars for 2 weeks of food and the necessaries. Washing clothes isn’t that necessary, right? Who needs to wash your clothes when nature will do it for you?
I love you all. I hope that things are well. Like it says in Alma suffer with patience. All of us have problems and trials but God will help us overcome them.