I´m alive. That´s the good part. Things are weird here. It´s like everyday is the weekend, and then the weekends are Christmas. And not normal Christmas. Colombian Christmas.
We have running water 6 days of the week which is a blessing.
Sometimes English confuses me when I try to help the Latinos. Like the difference between scratch and itch. Is there one???
I eat hotdogs and eggs everyday.
It smells like coffee everywhere all the time because of all the coffee plants there are here in the city.
This morning I ate a snickers bar and drank a Gatorade and it was literal freedom.
This week a man came by our house and was looking for a direction, something that WE do a lot as missionaries. Whenever we are looking for a direction the first thing people ask for is who we are looking for, so we tell them, and the people tell us, ¨I don't know any of my neighbors¨. So Elder Cruz was helping this guy and Elder Cruz asks him, ¨Who are you looking for?¨ Even tho we don't know any of our neighbors. He has become full Colombian.
I feel like I'm finishing the mission in 6 weeks because my comp, the district leader, and one of the zone leaders are ALL finishing. Trunk city.
One of my zone leaders, Elder Peña, had his bday this week so we went to a ¨Fancy´¨ steakhouse called Leños Gourmet! It was bomb and he bought us nice food.
Pic 1 Lunch
Pic 2 The dead man, plus Manizales is cold as crappp so ft. sweaterplussuit
Love you homies lots
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