12/23/13
Well, this week was a
good one. On Tuesday we went to the
reunion. On the way home we were passing a fruit stand and I saw a huge
watermelon for 35 pesos (5 bucks) and I just couldn’t pass it up. I
dumped off all of my books in my comps backpack, shoveled out 35 pesos and
jammed the watermelon in there the best that I could. I felt like I was
carrying a grown man on my back but after 20 minutes I made it home and carved
straight into that bad boy. I ate solid watermelon for the next 2 meals,
and did I finish it? Yes, yes I did.
After that we went and
taught a family and headed to the church for a Christmas practice. We had
some of the teens help us sing "Oh Holy Night." They didn’t want to
in the beginning but my comp and I were stoked because it sounded pretty good.
On Wednesday we had
lunch with the family Guarachi and then taught another family a little
something something about Christmas and the Christmas spirit.
Then, it was show time!
My comp and I had been talking with some of the ward members, organizing
the ward Christmas activity. We had the little kiddies sing and do the
play about the birth of Jesus. (Its called pesebre here but I cant really remember
the word in English.) They sang and did everything perfectly. We had an older,
less active member who is a musician come and play the saxophone for Oh Holy
Night and the flute for the song Hallelujah. My companion and I sang Hallelujah
in front of everybody and got super shaky and nervous and my voice started
squeaking like a 13 year old teen smack dead in the middle of puberty. We got
everything ready to sing Oh Holy Night.
We set up the saxophone, the mic, and when we told the teens to come,
the 2 boys weren’t there. We only had 4 teens and 2 of them were missing.
The girls said they didn’t know where they were and that “they just left."
Gosh dang it. So we booked around looking for them and after 5 minutes of
everyone waiting on us, we just decided to go on without the little punks. We
had never practiced with the musician and he liked to make it a little
"jazzier" and add his own style so it was kinda all over the place
but we ended up singing and doing a half decent job. I was pretty happy
with the turn out. After that we went a wassling and enjoyed the night.
On Thursday we were out
the door at 7 because we had to renew my visa. We got there at 7:30 and waited
and filled out this stuff, waited some more, filled out some more stuff, paid
something, waited some more. And then little by little they called all of the
missionaries...except for me. The other missionaries finished in 2 or 3
hours. We ended up showing up at 7:30 am
and waited in the same building until 1:30 pm. haha gosh dang it. But we tried
to make a good day of it. We found some
sweet references that were just eating up all of our questions. They were
trying to interrogate us because they were pretty well read in the bible and
everything that they asked us we answered right so they were lovin it and we
had a pretty dang great lesson with them.
The family ormeno then asked us to make empanadas with them so we booked
over there and taught them a little something and ate empanadas for dinner.
Here is something
strange with Argentines. They don’t care how hot or cold something is. They
just go at it. For example, they can have scolding hot water fresh off
the stove and they just pour it in their mate and go for it. It is the
same with their food. The night with the family Ormeno cooked the empanadas and
were all just eating it casually. I picked one up and I didn’t think that
it would hurt my mouth. Bad, bad mistake. I took a bite and some of the
oil on the inside burnt a straight line down my tongue. I tried spitting it out
and it burnt a straight line down my lip and I got a white and puffy blister.
On Saturday we did our
normal bidness then taught Mariel, the Sajamas, a less active Mirta who was a
chef who taught us to make orange chicken.
After that we went to Santiago and to Sajamas for a bit of service.
On Sunday we had church
and then had lunch with Alex and Nancy and taught Alex if he wants to get a
good job he has to pass school first and how the scriptures say that studying
is important. I remember being in the
exact same position but I can’t remember why I didn’t want to study. Haha I love studying now. After that we taught Kevin and his family but
it was chaos with all 12 of them there.
Then we went to the family Gaurachi and taught them. Then we went to a Christmas special a city
away and listened to a choir and watched a movie about Christ. I didn’t realize before my mission how much I
love music but now that I don’t have it that much, I love any chance to listen
to it.
Today was our
p-day. We woke up, got ready, studied,
and headed out with the other missionaries to find a bank for my comp. After
getting the money in Constitution, the President told all 270 of the
missionaries to come to his house for a Christmas lunch. So we went to his house and it was
ridiculous. They had hamburgers and watermelon so I went crazy with the
watermelon. They would finish one and then pull out another from under the
table haha. It was a pretty dang good
Christmas gift and sweet to see some of my friends from the MTC again.
Anyways I love you guys
and hope that all is well.
Love,
Andy
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