(D&C 43: 28)
I was going to start this by
venting on how much I hate Spanish. But the thing is I realized that they don't
even speak Spanish here, they just speak Dominican. Ready? This is how you
speak Dominican. Step 1: Speak normal Spanish. Step 2: Take out evey ‘S’ you
should say. Step 3: Make up words as you go along. Step 4: Talk really fast so people
don't know that you don't know Spanish. Step 5: Throw grammar out the window,
it's too overrated anyway. There, you are now fluent in Spanish and Dominican.
For example, instead of saying the word "cosa" which means
"thing" , in spanish, a Dominican would say "vaina" which
literally means a "sheath", like for swords. Or they have this phrase
here "Tamo heavy" which is supposed to mean "We are cool".
But it's not Spanish; it's half bad Spanish and half English. I have this fear
that I'm going to go home and not be able to communicate with any real Spanish
speaker.
Ok that's enough venting. So back
to the good stuff. This week I had my first Zone Confrence. We talked about the
importance of repentance and about how agency is one of the most misunderstood
and wrongly-taught principles in the gospel. So I’m trying to spend a good part
of my personal study time each day studying it. It got me even more excited to
serve. I also spent some time this week buying things to send home in my first
package. And I finally got to met Dorisbell!!!! She is a progressing
investigator that has been out of town for the last 8 weeks!!! We talked with
her and gave her a fecha for the 10th of March. I really love my investigators
they are all super cool but the definitely need to go to church more. One of
our biggest problems with one of our investigators right now is that she said
that she will only go to church if her friend does and will only be baptized if
her friend does. So we are going to help her realize that she needs her own
testimony. But she doesn’t read or pray or even go to church so its really hard
for her to gain her OWN testimony if she isn't willing to put in her own work.
Today, to celebrate one of the
elder’s birthday, we went to the batting cages. It was super fun and super
cheap. I totally killed it and caught one of the balls that was launched at me
single handed. But what was super funny was that 4 of the kids that were going
to come were super late because they had a riot right outside of their house: police,
burning tires, broken glass, and all. The cops shot a mustard gas grenade at
the apartment right below the elders’ and they got a little tear-gassed from
it. They even said that a women ran out of the building with a infant having
a seizure.
Anyways the mission is great, the
church is true, and that’s it.
The b-day boy hitting a few balls.
Hi Mom.
So this week I learned Braille and how to solve a Rubic’s
cube, I was wondering if you can send me a book on how to do origami when you
have a chance. I can’t find any here. Also a pocket US constitution.
I gotta go right now. Love you
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