Dear Mom & Dad & Family,
I made it to Peru. Which I assume you could’ve guessed, and by the fact that I’m writing this letter right now. Also, I have o idea how long this will take to get to you, so sorry. It’ll probably be the only letter I send, too, just because it’s so weird here. I guess we’ll just have to see.
But yeah, I’m here. Everything is starting to become routine. Class, food, ensenanza, class, food, class, gym, class, food, class, ensananze, bed. Yup. But it’s going ok.
The food here is really good. Lots a rice. Always at Lunch and Dinner. And soup always, too. The food is usually like chicken, but sometimes we get something else. Bah, my stomach is growling. I’m fasting for when we have to go out in the streets tomorrow and talk to people. I’m really scared, and am not super excited. I’ve gotten really tired of Spanish, and that’s not a good thing. I hope that goes away. Which it will, after 3 months or so. Time goes by really fast, too. It’s already Friday, wow. But the days are slow. Long days, way short weeks.
There are some bad things here. The other North Americans in my district, to name one, they are all ok, not like way annoying or anything, but they were all together in Provo, too, so I’m not really “in” with them. It’s actually probably better, because I don’t get distracted by people. Another is the ensananzas. I hate them. They are so dumb, and I don’t know any scriptures or questions, and I always feel overwhelmed. But they are actually starting to feel better to me, which is good. I dunno.
The Latinos are all really nice. They are pretty touchy, feely, but it’s not like super weird. They talk to everyone, and always give someone a hug or just laugh a lot. Nights are the best, because we all just laugh and hang out and stuff. I like those times. Makes sleep better, too.
My companion, Elder Folonier, is a a Latino from Argentina. He’s pretty cool. All the Latinos are way weird, like they love anime, which is Japanese Art show-fighting things, I like DragonBall Z. Freakin Dragonball Z, worst show. Kids in America like it when they’re 8, and EVERY Latino loves it. So does Folonier, But it’s still fun. I laugh, he laughs, really no complaints. Some members in my district have complain-fests where they just sit and whine. It’s really annoying. But he’s good.
I am trying to concentrate on cramming 200 scriptures in to my head and trying to learn questions. I feel so useless sometimes during the teachings, because I have nothing to contribute. It can be really hard some days, but I’m trying. It’ll come.
Um, there aren’t really stories I have. Relatively boring, just routine. My journal is way boring, too. I hope I don’t regret that. Oh well.
Well, I love you all! Fill me in on stuff that’s been happening. Life, school, family, everything. Wish me luck, keep praying. Have a good week/month, whenever this comes.
Love,
Elder Reber