Samantha and Sandra
Haha esta bien mami! No tengo mucho
tiempo para escribir hoy entonces. Pero, una cosa nueva de esta semana, tenemos
una nueva compañera!!!! La ultima lunes en la noche, (estuvimos en una lección
con investigadora) y las asistentes nos llamaron, y nos dijeron que vamos a ser
un tripañerismo! Yeah I'm pretty sure that’s not a real word and I'm going to
stop writing in what is supposedly Spanish cause I'm not sure if everyone who
reads these emails knows Spanish anyways. But yeah! We're a trio! Wahoo cool
our other companion's name is Hermana L and she’s from Bolivia. I don't know
if you already know a bit about her or not cause I had intercambios with her
one time and I don't remember if I sent that picture of the journal entry that talked
about it... but weird story, Randomly 2 weeks before the next change, President
changes around a couple companionships, and it includes us getting another
hermana! Nobody knows why. And then we
go to Centro to pick her up the next day and president interviews HG and I and
gives us this talk about how we have to discipline HL and make sure she follows
the rules and not let her get away with anything and all that jazz. So we're
thinking "Oh great, we have some fríta as a companion" (Frita is the
word they use here that means disobedient missionary, but I'm not sure if that’s
just missionary lingo or international Spanish or what.) So we're all cautious
and ready to crack the whip at any given moment, but she's like perfect.
okkayyy??
We have yet to find a problem with her so don't know what was up with
that.. but ok so we only have room for 2 hammocks in our bedroom right? So oh
my gosh what did you do Hermana Smith?? Well I'll tell you-- we doubled up on
my hooks, one on top of the other. But we tied knots in the end of mine so it
hangs higher than the other, like a bunk bed! But with hammocks. It’s cool. But
such a pain if I have to get up in the middle of the night. It’s hard enough
trying to get out of a hammock 4 inches off the floor when you’re dead tired,
so then try it like 5 feet off the floor, and with someone sleeping directly
under you. Oh life is so difficult being a missionary.. nahh estoy bromiendo [I'm joking]. That’s
the least of our problems.
So what’s the most of our problems? Good question... I guess
it’s that nobody is coming to church!!!! For everyone here it’s like second
nature to just lie to the missionaries. Its kinda sad, especially ‘cause
they're not even good at it... or else they just think we're dumb. One girl was
like on her phone one time, and put it in her pocket when we started talking to
her, and when we asked for her phone number, she said she doesn't have a phone
right now, and that her phone wasn't working... And we're like: "Wow,
we're not even worth the effort of thinking up a good lie?" Just kidding
we didn't say that. But we thought it. Well OK I thought it. I think a lot of
things like that, but turns out sarcasm isn't very Christlike or missionary- like so I can't say a lot of things on my mind..
Somehow I got drafted into playing this silly game at the
baby shower
and I was blindfolded and everyone was yelling at me
and I didn't
know what was going on.. yeah that was fun
In other news.... Cool that you found giros!!! Did you sing "I'm holding
out for a giro!"? I showed HG that picture and she thought it was super
cool that they had giros [an oreo-like cookie they eat a lot in Mexico] there in the US. They're way better than
oreos.
Also, I may or may not have eaten the liver of a cow last
week... It was some organ that HG didn't know the name of in English, but she
says maybe its liver. And I wouldn't know ‘cause you never made us eat liver
before. Well it wasn't that bad. And HG loved it.
Picture of Miranda and Giro's sent to Sam
OK well I gotta go but I love you all dearly and I'll talk
to you later!
HS
