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I can honestly say that I´ve never seen a city quite like
the one here in Guatemala.
The air is thick with pollution and humidity and the streets
are dense with cars. There are no traffic lights and all of the stop signs say
"alto" which I´m pretty sure means tall....so I have no Idea what´s
going on. I got to experience the city firsthand this week as my district and
all of the other Nortes trekked to the nearest Wal-Mart by tour bus...which
wasn´t a bad deal at all. The city is exotic and immense at every corner is a
splash of north-american commercialism in a rustic, tropical setting.
The Wal-Mart here is no different. It´s akin to the
"stuff-mart" in the Madame Blueberry episode of Veggie Tales (If you
get that reference, you are my hero). The building is massive and cluttered,
everything is thrown together with no rhyme or reason (why are the frozen
foods next to the deodorant? How does that make any sense? And why is there a
Catfish the size of a toddler in the middle of the dairy section?? I need to
have a word with the sales manager...) After we got all the things we needed
from the store (for me it was survival snacks...mainly Rice Krispies and
Vanilla Tootsie Rolls) we headed over to the mall to eat from the food court. I
feel like the Cashier at the Wendy´s took pity on me because he started using his
broken English to help me order my frosty.
And I wish I could say that my experience at Taco Bell was
much better....I was highly disappointed due to the fact that they wouldn´t
allow me to buy 13 crunchy tacos and had to settle for a Steak Quesadilla and
two "X-Treme" burritos. (I may have to have a conversation with the
sales manager there as well)
As far as life at the CCM goes....it goes.
It feels like the movie "Groundhog Day" in the
sense that every day feels like the exact same day: I wake up, go to breakfast,
eat half of it because I´m getting really sick of eggs. We study language for 4
hours, eat lunch, teach fake investigators until dinner and then I humiliate
myself once more as the skinniest guy in the gym.
...yeah. That sounds about right.
Speaking of fake investigators, ours has gotten really
snarky as of late. We´ve reached the point where we aren´t allowed any English
in the lesson and rely on the Spirit to guide the lesson...
Which is great and everything but when your investigator starts
asking questions that you don´t even know the answer to in ENGLISH...it´s a
problem. But I´ve gotten really good at saying I don´t know the answer at the
moment and will ponder about it for our next visit.
But at the end of the lesson was the kicker....we asked our
investigator ¨Hermano Miguel Vallencia¨ to give the closing prayer. So he
kneels down, puts both of his hands in the air like he´s on top of the
Rammiamptum and starts his prayer with ¨Nuestro Barack Obama.¨
I, like unto Alma was Astonished Beyond all Measure¨ and
broke my Spanish only to say ¨We taught you how to pray two days ago!¨
My district got a kick out of that.
And that´s all I´ve got for today!
Until next time!
,,,or ....
....yeah,,,,I really have no idea how to end a letter.
May the force be with you,
-Elder Monson
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