Well alooooooooooohaa!!!
SO. Paraguay. Wow. Where to begin. How bout with a riddle? Buenos Aires is to dogs as Paraguay is to..... guesses?
No?
Chickens. There are freaking chickens everywhere here. Also, Paraguay
has 3 smells, no more no less. The first is delicious, warm bread, and
sugar. The second is smoke, (because everyone burns their trash in their
front yard?) and the third is poop. Yep. So just depends on your luck
which one you smell lol. Also, I have never lived anywhere so ghetto. We
live in a 4 room apartment, and that's fine, I guess the worst part is
the bathroom. Cant flush the toilet paper, cant turn the water on too
much or pipes start exploding and spewing water, and the sink leaks all
over the floor. Also we dont have a shower curtain so you have to make
sure to use it before you shower otherwise water gets all over the
toilet. Like, its an adventure haha.
Another thing that
america really needs is dispensas. They're little stores where you can
buy basically all the basics for living and they are literally on every
street. Who needs a supermarket when you can buy all your food from the
dispensa next store??? So thats a funny thing. Also.. hmm. Theres these
cars that sell a food called chipa, and its basically bread and fat and
cheese and anise seed (all bread has anise seed here its basically
amazing) and all of them have the same recording of this mans voice that
says CHIPAAAA DELICIOUSO BARATO CHIPAAA VENGA CHIPAA twenty four hours a
day, they're all over the place. So theres the setting for my week haha
picture that crap and now youve visited paraguay. Sorry this email is
gonna be freaking long hahah
My mom is Hna Noorda, and
she's a Nauvoo Pageant-er!!! Anyone know the Noordas??! So we basically
listen to british pageant music all day every day. Shes really diligent,
and a really hard worker, so I haven't really had time to feel sorry
for myself this week haha. I don't know what more to say about her, we
get on so alls well!!!
I feel really incapaz [unable] to teach here.
What Spanish I knew is not nearly sufficient and all the Spanish is
mixed with Guarani so I basically understand nothing and I'm back to
square one! OH! Did I mention I'm in Itaugau!? I'm in Itaugua B and its a
pretty big area but not like super campo or nothing, just like a little
city and then some hiking to get around. I'm sure this makes no sense
and Im sorry ahha.
THE MEMBERS ARE SO NICE. They feed us
all the time, the food is AMAZING I love ALL of it and I'm not sick and
I'm actually pretty happy. I know you guys have been sending prayers my
way because literally my week has been awesome. I think I've adjusted as
best I could in the situation and the first time I've cried was today
and its because I love you guys. We're just trying to get people to come
to church. All the people here are really warm, and open and everyone
listens to our message and promise to come to church but
on Sunday
the chapel was empty. So that's our main problem... how do you tell
people who have no money to pay for a collectivo to and from church you
know? How do you tell people who have dirt floors and raise their own
food that they cant work on Sundays? I have so much compassion for these
people but I don't know how to relate you know? So it's a largo camino
en frente de mi, para aprender como ensenar y tambien para entender la
cultura aqui [long way from here to learn how to teach and understand the culture].
Everybody needs to stick their noses in Alma
17 and 18, and 19-- those scriptures have been my lifeline lately. I
just find so much comfort in the travels of the sons of Mosiah. I can't
remember exactly where, but theres a scripture that says that they Ammon
was protected not because Ammon was a great mssionary or because he had
great faith, but because Mosiah had been promised that his sons would
be safe. And that's how I feel. I'm being protected and cared for not
because I have a lot of faith, but because people at home have been
promised that I would be okay and that I would be able to do this work.
Anyways
sorry for the book of an email but that's really not even the half of
it. I miss all of you so freaking much and I think of you all the time. I
love you!
Hna Scott, explorer extraordinaire
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