Week 1:
I
Survived:
Ok
well I’m alive with all my limbs still attached. This computer is highlighting
every word I type which means I have no auto correct and all my words are probs
misspelled.... but whatever... I met missionaries in every airport. There were
a lot of sisters going to the Colombian CCM but they are all going to Equador.
Last night the mission president welcomed us all here at like 12:30 (after
midnight) and told everyone to go upstairs to their rooms...except Elder Burk,
who can stay in this room with 3 other Latinos.
The
next morning, I woke up and forgot where I was and they were all talking really
fast. Yeah, awesome. My companero is Elder Salinas. He’s
pretty cool. Cool enough to be patient
with my Spanish. But luckily all the other Latinos want to learn English so I
teach them how to say most of the stuff they teach me. I am the only Norte that
speaks Spanish and so I have no one to talk to in English. Everyone in all my
classes are brown. It’s totally rad. We're going to go play soccer later today
so we’ll finally be able to speak the same language! I don’t have a lot of time
but my next p-day is next Thursday so I will write to you then.
Love
you lots!
Elder Burk
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