Monday, January 20, 2014

Please Send me a Nap for my Birthday

This will be a long one. Ya, last week was pretty dang short. I didn't have much time or energy.

I used vosotros because I never get to use it and it´s what sets this country apart. We can only speak in the informal to children. Everyone speaks informally but we just get to be special. I am excited to speak informally when I get back. I need a companion to teach me slang. We don't get much from members. Odds are that I'll get one sometime.

Spiritual experiences. I´m not too good with writing those, am I? That's partially because I have a bad memory and partially because some experiences feel very sacred or personal. That's why I don't share them too much. I guess I can share some. We watched The Testaments with an investigator and a member family and the spirit slammed into everyone hardcore at the end. The investigator wants to be baptized but her dad is very against it. She's in her twenties but her desire to be baptized doesn't exceed her stuff with her father. We have a lot of nice little reminder miracles and some golden investigators. I'll think about writing more in other emails. It's complicated. Can you guys just come sit in my mind and understand? Thanks.

We have the possibility of like a dozen baptisms in the next month or two. We just have to do what we can and wait for people's parents to stop being painful and who knows what else. Sorry, I can´t remember much.

We passed by the American store in Alcalá! There's not much there besides some candy bars, soda, syrup, mixes, and a whole ton of gardening and kitchen supplies. I got a root beer! It was wonderful.

We had a recent convert go to the temple! His wife is taking a bit longer, but she'll be there soon. We're with them a lot in lessons or meals. I feel like in each area there´s a "mom" and "dad" for the missionaries and they are definitely this area.

The African section of our church is growing! The sisters and us each baptized an African and that actually got another guy to come back to church and a less active member to come. One of the recent guys brought his sister-in-law to church and now we're teaching another man from Nigeria who brought his son. We might be able to organize a Gospel Principles class in English in the near future. Africans are really good at giving us contacts of their friends. The guy the sisters baptized was really cool because he was a reference from me and Elder Shumway in Vallecas from a member and I got to see him at the end of the process when I arrived here.

I just remembered. A nice member just gave me a spare Spanish-English dictionary that is huge and I realized how scary the word "Got" is. There were something like 108 definitions and phrases and about 5 suggestions for translations in Spanish for each one. 

We tried to set up a booth in front of the church but Satan is a butthead so it was ridiculously rainy and windy that day. It was going to be golden. Another day, then. 

Alright, the prank we did on the hermanas. Or rather, what Roberto did. We just told him to have something prepared for the two new hermanas. We got to Roberto´s house and he was sitting in the living room slumped to the side on the couch. His mom made the lunch. For about an hour and a half he pretended to be mentally handicapped. So of course he did odd things like drink orange juice with a spoon or he called one of the new hermanas his girlfriend and leaned on her and did a bunch of funny stuff and talked like a 3 year old basically. The best part was that we could laugh. We were laughing because we knew what was going down but they thought we were laughing at Roberto. Props to Roberto for keeping up the act for so long without breaking once. We planned to read some scripture that was violent and have Roberto go crazy. My really tall companion read the story of David and Goliath standing up. When he said "sword" Roberto grabbed a plastic sword from somewhere else and kept calling my companion "malo" which is "bad guy." Later when they started to fight in the scriptures Roberto charged at my companion with the sword and pushed him into the cabinet behind him and shattered the whole glass window on it. The window was unexpected but added to the effect. After all that we laughed and Roberto shook my companion´s hand and said to the still confused sister missionaries "Hola. Soy Roberto Naranjo. Bienvenidos a mi casa," in fluent and rapid Spanish. Then they realized what had happened and still were weirded out for a while that he was normal. He had done a great job. 

I honestly have much more to write but I feel tired. I need to just fall into a coma for like a week. Then I'd have enough rest to keep me going. If I don't write next week, I'm in a coma. Or maybe I'll just start today and wake up for next week's email. Although I wouldn't have much to talk about this week because it would be pretty blank. Anyways...

I miss the cold. Elder Shumway described the winters here as if they were Hoth or like climbing Mount Everest. It has gone below freezing like 3 times here. I was expecting the worst. I forgot that he was from Arizona. So far my companions are from very warm states and like the warm a lot. Elder Fisher shuts the study room door and puts his little heater on full blast every morning. I do the opposite in the bathroom by leaving the window open so it's chilly and when it rains I can listen to it and let the rainy air into the piso. I have yet to use all my winter clothing at once. It's a good thing but a bad thing. 

Spanish lesson: Alright, not so much of a lesson. But the word "quedar" is deathly. It means like 12 different things. It can mean to hang out, to remain, to meet, to set an appointment with, and much more. I can't remember. I think soon I have to delve into the horror of the subjunctive tense soon. Scary.

I miss you all a lot. I'll see some of you in fourth months by camera. Hopefully this time I won´t be upside down. And I´ll probably be in another area. Maybe more north or south? Love you all so much!

Sorry that this was short. ;)

Os quiero,
Elder Morgan the Younger

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