Another week down and it's my last p-day in El Centro de Capacitacion Misional and that's a great feeling. I have to admit that I can't wait to leave this place in 5 days. The only thing I will miss is the moderate temperature of Lima, playing soccer, and being with my hilarious district every day.
|My hilarious district|
So I finally got an Hermana soccer team together (which is a flat out miracle considering Hermanas don't usually play soccer). Once a few came out the join then every joined. Those Elders walked onto that field with so much confidence that they were going to kick our butts. False. We had so many girls on the field that they didn't even stand a chance. It was hilarious....kicking and screaming is the best way to describe it. Moral of the story, the Elders really hated soccer that day and whined about it. But the Hermanas had tons of fun.
In the CCM we have Spanish words to describe problems with the digestive system. They are "siempres" and "nuncas". Siempre means always and nunca means never, I think it's pretty obvious what means what. We'll be sitting in class and an Elder will get up and sprint out of the room and the teacher will look at us a little confused and we'll say, "Oh, he has the siempres" and our teacher will say something in spanish like "Oh poor thing". I've heard that when you get the nuncas really bad Hermana Gonzalez will give you a magic pill that cleans you out. But I'm proud to say that I've made it 6 whole weeks without getting sick. No siempres or nuncas for me!
|Letter hidden in the ceiling|
|This is Elder Obrien. I think he looks a lot like my brother Harrison.|