So it turns out the inhabitants of Mexico arent as
short as I thought they were. Still, Ive gotten many looks that imply Im
a very strange, white, tall, American woman. I will apologize now for the
strange punctuation. The keyboards down here are slightly different and I
have yet to figure out where all the apostrophies and quotations marks are.
Also, we are only given an hour for emails on P Day so I wont be able to
write much. It drives me mad becasue there is so much I want to say to so
many people but I dont have the time to write them all. One of the many
sacrifices of mission work I suppose.
So for those who are curious to know a little bit about
Mexico, here are a few things Ive noticed.
*EVERYONE owns dogs. Mean little things that never stop
barking. Anytime you walk by the front of a house brace yourself for a
chorus of annoying yelps.
*Watch where you step. Because of the grand amount of
perros, there is doggie doodoo everywhere. Walking on a sidewalk is
like my own strange Labyrinth, made from perro unmentionables.
*When inquiring where someone lives, don't bother asking for
street names. Just ask them what color the house is.
Next week I hope to write more but this will have to be it
for today. I literally have no time left. Keep me in your prayers!
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President
Armando Carreon and Sister Carreon
Look at you....a bonafide sister missionary, at last. Love the doodoo ditties and don't worry about your readers feeling cheated about the brevity of your blog postings. No matter how much you write we will always feel cheated because we can NEVER get enough from you. And, you have always been in my prayers and always will be. Love you!
ReplyDeleteGrandma is right. We just can't get enough!
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