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Monday, June 9, 2014

The day my voice died......


Mamasita!
Que Pasa???? How are you?????

I am writing early, so I hope you are watching your email!  This week has been crazy, but I have learned so freaking much. It is crazy. I don’t even know where to begin.  I´ll start with my cool story.  So we knocked A LOT of doors this week, because all of our appointments fell through.  Knocking doors is interesting.  But  I had a cool experience with it this week. It was my turn to knock a door.  My first door  And Hna Torres said that I needed to follow the Spirit to tell which door was correct. So I was a little nervous. I felt like I should knock on a door right in front of me, but I ignored this tiny impression. I knocked on another door, but knew it wasn’t the right one.  So we immediately turned around and went back to the first door. A woman answered with her two cute boys, and she was very interested in learning more. We found out a few minutes later that she is the sister of one of our investigadores!  CHARLA! It was such a cool feeling. She even came to the activity that we had the next night! We have a baptismal date for her already, and her sister is supposed to be baptized as well in the next two weeks! I truly felt like an instrument in the Lord´s hands.  Let´s see... we also had a noche de hogar with some teenage girls in our ward.  One of them isn’t a member, but wants to be baptized. They were all so curious about family history work. I showed them my family tree, and they studied it for like 10 minutes! It was so cool to see them have such an interest in family history. They made us tawa tawas. RICO! They are like tiny sopapillas. I wish you guys could meet them.  Que mas???? Oh. Yesterday morning, I woke up sin voz.  I  haven’t been able to talk normal since. Try talking in spanish without a voice! It is very very frustrating.  I sound like an idiot.... which isn’t new because I sound like an idiot every day with my crazy spanish.  Todo bien! I am learning each day. I can understand so much more than before. I just want to be able to talk to people! It is the most frustrating thing for me...not being able to fully connect with people. Oh well. So yeah....still no voice... but I guess that is just part of the Potosi experience.

AH! So remember how I wanted to see a llama so bad while I was here? Yeah... I saw one..... on my plate last night. I ate llama meat last night. It was so sad, because I love llamas. I could hear a thousand llamas crying out in horror as I ate it. Hahahahaha Poor little babies. My pensionista killed it the previous day. It actually didn’t taste bad... it was just really really chewy. I think I messed up my little retainer thing as I tried to eat it. It was nearly impossible to chew. Poor llamas....

Hm..... what else? More fun facts about Potosi?

- It is a normal day to have every single person stare at you because you are white. They even yell out CHOCA! (which means white girl).... literally everyone.... everyone stares....

- The son of my pensionista said that I have racquet hands because my hands are so big...bahahaha

- Half the time, I don’t know what I´m eating... I just eat it...

- Grandma Janet would HATE it here bec ause there are dogs EVERYWHERE... and poop too

- You see people peeing in the street every day

-It´s fun. What else do you guys want to know? Write back!

Con mucho amor,

Hna Routsong



 

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