What Else
to Say?
Ok, I essentially said
everything yesterday during the Mother’s Day Skype, so I honestly have very
little idea of what to say. I now know that there's a blog, but I still won’t
acknowledge that fact. Also, I would like you all to notice that I can
still spell acknowledge.
Fine, I'll give this a
shot, even though there might be insignificant information. Inca Kola is
delicious. It’s yellow, tastes a little bit like bubble gum, and I
thought it was weird at first. But then I grew up.
Elder Paredes is
actually really funny if indeed I understand him correctly. He is
convinced that you can add "ation" to any Spanish word and it will magically
be English, much like our adding "o" to English words makes them
Spanish. He even does it with words that are already English.
Good-nightation, etc.
I’m still bad at
soccer, but slight improvements are made every p-day.
Our ward mission
leader also says hi. I forgot that bit yesterday. I can actually
track my Spanish progress best with him, because he kind of mumbles and I can
officially identify that he speaks Spanish now.
Also, I am so mad that
I didn't show this to you yesterday, because I had been practicing specifically for
the call. All the missionaries here do a snap-like thing with index and
middle fingers, and I can do it now too. No big deal.
Ok, I'm all out of
insignificant info. We have one baptism on Saturday for Karolay, who has cousins in the church as
well. We are also expecting baptisms for the Rodriguez family, who we met
at church. The mom essentially said that they need this in their lives,
which, I must say, is a great thing to say to missionaries. We also met,
just through tracting, Guerra, an older man, and Ricardo, a priest-age boy.
If those two aren't ready, I don’t know who is. Ricardo’s lesson
went so well that we left it talking about how excited we were to see him bless
the sacrament in later weeks. It was great teaching Guerra yesterday,
because Elder Paredes and I were on the exact same page. We taught him
about the plan of salvation and how we know it through the Book of Mormon.
He was genuinely excited to read it and ask us about the things he doesn't understand in the book.
As always, just
remember that I’m happy here. Pray for me, but please don’t worry about
me. This is the time of my life.
Love you,
Elder Johnson
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