...And my life is getting harder.
I believe Andrew told me last week that getting along with companions who aren't American can be really difficult. I am finding that to be true. My companion now isn't a slacker or anything, but it is so hard for me to control my temper and work well with him. He does little things like bump into my arm while I'm writing in my journal because he thinks it's funny, and then he calls my chato (annoying, or no fun, or something) when I ask him to stop. And then I tell him that he's the one being chato and then I want to murder everyone and I feel angry and sad. It's really chato, guys.
This week was all right. There were probably an equal number of high and low points, so everything kind of balanced out. We're in the stage where we're trying to find new people to teach, so there isn't a whole lot to report on our investigators. We taught the first lesson to a girl named Deborah late last week and she's already asked us not to come back anymore, so that was pretty rough. At least she didn't wait forever to break my heart like our previous investigators.
I'm getting better at Portuguese because I don't have the luxury of speaking English anymore. Although I still don't speak perfectly, I have definitely improved a lot. I can understand just about everything that people say now, and I can usually find some way to express what I want to say, even if it isn't as easy or as concise as it would be in English.
Speaking of which, I think I'm getting worse at English. Does any of this even make sense to you guys?
I was really surprised to see my package from Mom and Dad waiting for me at district meeting on Wednesday. It got here in twelve days! I think it's because of the perfect Virgin Mary and Last Supper pictures that were on the box. I've been munching on all the amazing, incredible, plentiful (thank you!), DELICIOUS American candy and Girl Scout cookies all week, and I'm already ten or twelve pages into my new journal. Oh, and I have been wearing the new ties a lot, too. THANK YOU, Mom and Dad!
I was pretty bummed that I didn't get to watch Conference on Saturday. In order for most people here to watch Conference, they have to take a bus to a nearby city to watch it in the stake center (or district center, I guess). The mission rule is that we can only go on Saturday if we have an investigator there. We had invited a lot of people to go with us, but it didn't work out; no one wanted to go. So we spent all of Saturday walking in the rain and trying to find someone to talk to, but the city was dead because it was Easter weekend. When our zone leaders called us on Saturday night we found out that members from our city brought between four and seven investigators to Conference that day, so we easily could have gone. Oh well.
I won't complain, though, because we got to watch the Sunday morning session. And, better yet, I got to watch it in English! We had a little room set up for the other American elder in our zone, the two sisters, and a couple Brazilians who speak English. It was so good, guys. I never thought I'd enjoy General Conference as much as I did. It was such a positivie, uplifting experience, and I felt spiritually renewed once it ended.
So that was my week.
I love you guys! The Church is true.
--Elder Wings
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