For my birthday, my district decided that I
needed to be sung to, and so they sang to me over breakfast. Some of the
Hermanas got me doughnuts in the morning, and then after lunch everyone
came up and gave me stuff they bought in the Tienda. They sell root
beer apparently, which is pretty awesome.
I found out that
I've been called as a travel leader, which basically means that I'm in
charge of the luggage for myself and three other missionaries who are on
the same flight out of here. Two are going to Raleigh with me, and the
other (Hermana Hendricks, if you ever randomly see her) is going to the
Indianapolis mission! This calling would probably be easier if I had
absolutely any idea what it entailed aside from the luggage, but they
were pretty vague about all that.
We've been a part of the
"mixed" program which means that I had a Latino companion as well. We
had our last time teaching together this week before Elder Ronderos left
the CCM. He was a cool guy who said he preferred British accents
because he watched a lot of Doctor Who.
My Spanish is getting
better every week, and I finally got over a grammar concept that's been
keeping me back for a while. I get a lot of compliments on my Spanish
now, which I guess is a good sign. One night, our culdesac (or however
you spell that) flooded knee deep, which was pretty cool. I don't have
any pictures, sorry. I think that's about it for this week, and the next
time I email you it will be from Raleigh! Two of these pictures are the closet of one of the elders in my room whose closet door mysteriously went missing. No, surprisingly, it wasn't me who did it. And he got a replacement door. (The little one)
Also, we apparently all committed to Eastern Kentucky University this week. One of the elders in our district has a dad that works there, so we all got shirts and pens.
And here is Elder Ronderos right after we finished teaching for the last time and got our pretend investigator to commit to baptism.
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