Peru is crazy. We left Tuesday morning,
got in at about 3 am Wednesday morning. They let us sleep in until 7. There are
about 30% of us who speak English; that means total immersion except for in the
dormitories. The Latino people who dominate the CCM are the best people I have
ever met. I love them to death. So happy, so willing to help us learn Spanish
even when it takes me 10 minutes to figure out the word for running from them.
They are amazing people. My companion is a kid from Alpine, Utah. His name is
Elder Crosby. We have gotten along very well so far. My district has 4 kids from
Utah, one from Dallas and one from California. 5 of the 6 are going to
Cochabamba, Texas is going to Peru.
The language is coming along well.
I went from understanding about nothing with hardly any language in school to being able to
understand about 20% of an actual conversation with the Latinos in one week.
It's nuts. The desserts are kind of goopy, not a huge fan of them. Rice is in
EVERY lunch and dinner, without fail. We play soccer with the Latino elders
every day, and they rally the gringos. They are all so saucy with their
footwork even though they are a foot shorter and slower than us. It is so much fun.
I love it so far, but I can not wait to get out in the field and
actually do work.
Elder Howells
Pictures:
The foggy Lima sky
Elder Crosby
Elder Quispe is in the chair (He is Brad’s favorite so far)
Elder Quispe is in the chair (He is Brad’s favorite so far)
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