I'm not on a mission, I'm not on a mission, I'm not.... IT'S A MISSION!!!
ARRIVAL--Wednesday
Okay, I know its not a mission. But it really feels like it. If anyone's reading this completely lost let me clarify. i'm. in. Peru. It is so cool! I've had an amazing day so I just thought I'd blog about it. (beats writing in a mission journal). PS, get ready for mission comparisons cuz there are quite a few...
So I say goodbye to everyone then I get on a plane in Phoenix and head to LA. As I get to LA I'm told that my flight is delayed about 3 hours. Fun fun fun fun... one woman in line asks me where I learned spanish. "In Chile." "Doing what?" she asks. Answer [insert missionary experience here]. I give myself no credit. Believe me. These conversations were gifts from God. As we wait for our plane to arrive I made really good friends with these two old ladies going back to Peru. We talked about Chile/Peru/the mission/church. A talkative older lady came and sat down who turned out to be LDS. She got the conversation going even more and we ended up with 8-10 people participating or listening. To show how not good of a missionary I am, she had to ask me to take her email address and stay in contact. We laughed a lot and had a great time.
Getting off, two sisters in the ward come pick me up and we take a taxi back. They treated me so well. (just like the members treat a missionary.) I go to their house, eat there food, and we talk for like an hour about family, church, work. The whole time I felt like I was sinning without my companion.
So I'm staying in this HUGE house. (this is by latin standards. It is still rather small compared to what we're used to). And well protected. (it reminds me of chile more than prison..)
So I say goodbye to everyone then I get on a plane in Phoenix and head to LA. As I get to LA I'm told that my flight is delayed about 3 hours. Fun fun fun fun... one woman in line asks me where I learned spanish. "In Chile." "Doing what?" she asks. Answer [insert missionary experience here]. I give myself no credit. Believe me. These conversations were gifts from God. As we wait for our plane to arrive I made really good friends with these two old ladies going back to Peru. We talked about Chile/Peru/the mission/church. A talkative older lady came and sat down who turned out to be LDS. She got the conversation going even more and we ended up with 8-10 people participating or listening. To show how not good of a missionary I am, she had to ask me to take her email address and stay in contact. We laughed a lot and had a great time.
Finally on the plane.
Getting off, two sisters in the ward come pick me up and we take a taxi back. They treated me so well. (just like the members treat a missionary.) I go to their house, eat there food, and we talk for like an hour about family, church, work. The whole time I felt like I was sinning without my companion.
So I'm staying in this HUGE house. (this is by latin standards. It is still rather small compared to what we're used to). And well protected. (it reminds me of chile more than prison..)
Did I mention I'm living in the daughter's room? I think it's quite homey...
And I'm all alone for this week. So what do I do? Go waste time with the members! haha that should remind me of the mission but in some ways it does. They're bringing me food again right now. SWEET!
CHURCH--Sunday
I wanted to show some of the people before I published this blog. Here they are!
"Jota" (Hota)
Isabel
She's the one I knew in the mission that found me this place.
Daniel
Got confirmed today
Chapel
You can see what it looks like here
Well as I do more and more fun things, I'll post them up here so you know. Today after church I walked up the hill by my house to look around. I got spooked by a group of guys up there looking at me weird and ran (not literally) down. haha but i love it here. It's been "raining" all day. its just been misty and wet. I wake up every morning sweating from the humidity. A good change from dry heat all my life.
Alright time to... do something else! haha peace!
PS. so far the best monetary investment has been the $7.50 i spent on peanut butter! it just keeps on giving. (A big mac comes in at a close second).
