Sometimes I just forget I am in Peru, and then it hits me and I am like, "Holy crap I am in Peru"
Dear family and friends of mine...
am really sorry ahead of time because the aaaa on this stupid keyboard
is possessed. So it may cause aproblems that I am too lazy to fix. But
onward and upward!
Anyway. these last few days have been super insane but super
good. I am learning so much and we are being forced to grow a ton
because we don' t have a companion to just boss us aroaund and do
everything their way. So we just run clumsily through life up and down
the mountains of Alameda 2. ahahaha I think it is lovely. Although
seriously my legs have never been this sore in my entire life and
sometimes while I am sleeping they charly horse and I consider chopping
them off with a spoon. But enough drama and whining about the literal
mountain that is my area.
Well to start out our first week together in an area that is
sort of dying due to the sickness of the last missionary here, Hermana Rush got deathly ill. Well, not deathly. But she puked on the floor and
it was both sad and hilarious. Just because it was one of those things
that only happens in Peru on a mission when you are 2 little 19 year-old
girls. Then, we just went out every day and winged it. Our teaching was
and is a little choppy just due to lack of the mastery of the language
and experience and ateaching together. Buat after having a really long,
difficult, jolting lesson on aFriday, we went to the house of a less
active girl and taught her and her family and it was amazing. The
spanish and the spirit were there and it just flowed. So then we felt a
lot better about life.
One of the running problems we have had this week is teaching
investiagators or less actives that didn't or won't progress because
someone in the ward has offended them... ait is kind of a big proablem
here. We have had a lot of really good and spiritual lessons explaining
that salvation is personal and that while people aren't perfect, the
gospel is. Only to have them tell us they will not come back to church. So that has been slightly discouraging. The ward is a tad
dysfunctional.... like how there is only one counselor in the bishopric
and the ward clerk is like a16. But we are working on it, hahaha.
On Saturday we contacted this mamita who luckily spoke decent Spanish (they usually speak Quechua) and her niece. We taught them the
whole first lesson and then ataught them how to pray. They just
weren't getting it and we literally explained for almost a half hour. It was a serious trial of patience ahahaha and I got bit by abouat a8
million bugs sitting in the grass in front oaf their house teaching. But
it was worth it because even if they don't progres. That little girl
now knows how to pray whenever she feels that she is alone. And I count
that as a win.
We also were teaching an investigator that actually alives in
our house. One night and at one point Hermana Rush asked me how to say
steps in Spanish. I messed up and actually said pasas instead of
pasos which is raisins. So she taught the whole lesson on how baptism is
only the first raisin and I know they understood and they didn't laugh or
anything. But when we were laying in bed that night I told her and we
laughed so hard we almost died because we still can't believe he put the
two youngest hermanas in the mission, who also are gringas and struggle,
together. I love it, ahahaha.
One of the most hilarious things I have ever seen is a daily
occurrence here and I literally almost pee my pants. People just let
their animals graze and herd them through the streets and such,
including their horses. But they don't want the horses to run away. So
they tie their atwo front feet together and so when the horses want to
move they do this weird hop thing. It is literally the funniest, most
comical thing ever. I had to sit down in the street the first time that
passed in front of us.
Also, yesterday, we decided to go explaoring for people up at
this part that is in our area but has never been touched. It is called Yanama. So we got on a bus and first went on the most twisty turny edge
of a clifff bus ride ever with about a50 mamitas with atheir bags and
live chickens and so forth in a very crowded combi for about a half
hour. Hilarity. Then we got off and it was literalaly like walkaing into
another world. There was a little stream where everyone was washing
their clothes and adobe houses and literally everyone was a mamita. We
just walked around in shock and ran from chickens and ginormous pigs
that people just have tied out in front of their house and tried to
contact. We decided we are going to baptize everyone there and open a new
ward in Yanama. It was the most adventurous, beautaiful, thoaught
provoking, hilarious day of my mission so far I think. I love ayacucho.
I have been reading all of the histories of my ancestors today
and it has been so fun and spiritual. I am so thankfu and proud for
the pioneer heritage we have. I love this gospel and I love the lord. I
know that this work is true and that it is directed by the Llord. I love
you all so danga much it is ridiculous and I hope you have the abest
week ever. Remember who you are and how much I love you! Because I do. Laike a laot. Even if you are all praying that a llama spits on me. Jerks.