Time for a question answer
session...
Q: How do you feel about walking around?
A: I love it.
Tijuana is very beautiful in its our special way and I love getting to walk
around and see the colorful houses covering the mountains, tennishoes hanging
from telephone wires, and even the graffeti covering the walls. Not to
mention all the taco stands we get to pass by and smell (one of which I got to
try last week. TAN RICO!!). I´m glad we are a walking mission, but
it does get frustrating when we walk muy lejos for a lesson to find that no one
is home. That´s when Heavenly Father sends us a stunning sunset to keep
us company as we continue to another appointment. I´m proud to say that
due to all the walking in the sun I am officially a real missionary now.
Tan lines included. My companion complains about getting a tan line from
the straps on her shoes but I´m all for it! Bring it on! I was so
happy the other day when I took off my shoes and washed my feet to find that the
lines weren´t from dirt and dust but my actual skin. I´m ligit now!
Q: How is the language coming?
A: Slowly. But in
this manner my patience is improving. It´s still very frustrating when I
can´t say exactly what I want, but I accept it now. I can understand most
of what I hear, or depending on the speed of talking, follow the general
topic. I´m really good at pretending to laugh at the appropriate times
when everyone else understands the joke but me... It´s much more
difficult for me to talk. I know a decent amount of vocabulary but
grammar kills me. The order of words is always changing and don´t even
get me started on conjugating verbs. In the next life I´m going to search
out whoever it was that thought it would be a fun idea to make six different ways
to say one word... and then another six for past tense and so on... and when I
meet them I´m going to give them a piece of my mortal mind. And then we´ll
hug it out and I´ll forgive them with my immortal heart. But seriously,
it´s ridiculous.
Q: Do you like the food... is it too spicy?
A: I love the food, and the food I don´t love I´m
trying to slowly get accustomed to it. There are a couple of drinks that
are sort of funky and were tough to force down the first time. But each
additional sip gets better. Everyone is pretty good at not giving me too
much spice. They bring out two types of salsa. The usual for my
companion and a baby version especially for the American. But that
doesn´t stop me from trying it. After all, chili makes you speak better Spanish
right?
I was never a big fan of Mexican food in the U.S. but now I
realize that that was because it wasn´t real Mexican food. The stuff down
here is much better. Tacos are HEAVEN! And don´t even get me
started on enchiladas. Hermana Torres and I have a long list of all the
places we´ve passed by that we´ve smelled and have to try. The only
problem is that they have no portion control.
I really like your blogging formats. Each week you approach your mission report in a different and delightful way. Questions and Answers....brilliant! I have a question for you. In what kind of housing are you? What about hair dryers, curling irons, bagels for breakfast?? I love the visual picture of flaming sunsets and suntanned feet, not to mention the talent in your eyes to see everything in poetic shadings. Love you Hermana!
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