My CCM District! The short guy right in the middle was our night time teacher, and he was our favorite. Hermano Riveros. And missionaries? Tons! Let me introduce you all:
(Left to Right) Elder Sanchez (Argentino), Elder Huillca (Peruano), Hermana Pilliza (seated, Española), Elder Inca (Peruano) Elder Harris (Americano-Uruguayo!), Hermano Riveros, Elder Matìas (Argentino), Elder Bretòn (Americano-Mexicano), Hermana Landeo (seated, Peruana), Elder Gerber (Brasileiro), Elder Garcia (above, Argentino and my companion), Elder Mejìa (below, Peruano).
That's us, I had some really good times with all of them. Elder Bretòn is now serving in an area of Asunciòn called Luque I believe. I actually saw him last week, which was really abnormal because Luque is pretty far away from our area, but whatever.
This is just a photo of me and my companion at the Buenos Aires temple. Below is a drama shot of myself and some Elder-friends at the temple, and then another of myself. I love me, don't all of you?
Yeah, the BA temple is great, and I wish I could show you all more pictures, but I have another like twenty minutes of actual emailing I can do right now, so I have to keep going!
¡Mi Compa! This is Elder Yauney! Sitting on his bed, with his backpack, and a smile. He's half Peruvian on his mother's side, but she never taught him Spanish (or Guaranì for that matter, some people just don't prepare their kids well. Sheesh), so he had to learn both here. Well, he's crazily intelligent, he's been out in the field for a year now, and he's a really solid missionary. We tend to get caught up in conversation though, so that kind of wrecks things like nightly planning when we're cooking delicious things like snickerdoodles or Locrillo con leche or homemade popcorn (note: I might get really, really fat. We made the best chocolate chip cookie dough the other day, but it was almost just straight margarine surrounded by homemade brown sugar and flour. I ate a 1/4 kilogram of margarine; we calculated).
These things! So, there's a Guaranì art form called Ñandutì (nyan-doo-TEE), which literally means "spider-web" but it's a really intricate weaving thing. And we went Recuerdo shopping for it last P-day! I didn't buy those ones, but I was sorely tempted to. I bought some tiny ones as gifts, and two ties made from another Guaranì weaving style whose name escapes me at the moment.... But yeah it was cool. Anyways, that day, we went out to a big lunch and stuffed our faces with Empanada, or Milanesa Rellena, and sweet breads, and the two Elder's who are leaving next week did something awesome:
They bought Ponchos! They were so, so unbelievably awesome. So awesome, in fact that.......
The guy wearing the red poncho, yeah, that's the mission president (President McMullin). Not even the president could resist the cozy draw of an intricately woven poncho. It costed 185 Mil Guaranì (Guaranì is also the currency here, and it's measured by the thousands), which translates to roughly 42$. Most things here are ridiculously cheap when you transfer it over to dollars, but that was fairly normally priced. Weirdly enough. My ties were like 5$ and were hand-woven. See? That's what I call bargaining. You just have to go 5,700 miles away to get it.
Anyways, wanna see what we did today?
Yeah, that's cow heart roasting on the grill there. It's not a Paraguayan dish though, Hermana Villca from Perù made it for us and we had a nice little lunch up on the roof top. I have to say, cow heart is absolutely delicious when it's done right. We made our own contributions of really delicious tomato-onion-locote pepper-garlic rice that turned out really well and some bread (which always has Anise seed here). It was super delicious. And that's about all I've done today. Now on to the supermarket, clean the house, and then out to work some more!
Okay, so I know I haven't talked much about the missionary work this week, but there's a lot of business and back work to take care of, and I might need to do something like this again next week. Sorry, but that's just kind of the nature of things. I'm also sorry for the lack of personal emails this week, but there will be plenty next time.
The guy wearing the red poncho, yeah, that's the mission president (President McMullin). Not even the president could resist the cozy draw of an intricately woven poncho. It costed 185 Mil Guaranì (Guaranì is also the currency here, and it's measured by the thousands), which translates to roughly 42$. Most things here are ridiculously cheap when you transfer it over to dollars, but that was fairly normally priced. Weirdly enough. My ties were like 5$ and were hand-woven. See? That's what I call bargaining. You just have to go 5,700 miles away to get it.
Anyways, wanna see what we did today?
Yeah, that's cow heart roasting on the grill there. It's not a Paraguayan dish though, Hermana Villca from Perù made it for us and we had a nice little lunch up on the roof top. I have to say, cow heart is absolutely delicious when it's done right. We made our own contributions of really delicious tomato-onion-locote pepper-garlic rice that turned out really well and some bread (which always has Anise seed here). It was super delicious. And that's about all I've done today. Now on to the supermarket, clean the house, and then out to work some more!
Okay, so I know I haven't talked much about the missionary work this week, but there's a lot of business and back work to take care of, and I might need to do something like this again next week. Sorry, but that's just kind of the nature of things. I'm also sorry for the lack of personal emails this week, but there will be plenty next time.
Anyways, I need to run some vocab by you all! We use spanglish like crazy, so it'll be easier for me to just give you guys some words right off the bat right now:
Asistencia: it means attendance in Castellano (spanish). It's the number of people who attend church one week).
Ja Mongru: It's a Guaranì word, so it's pronounced juh mon-ga-ROO, and it's kind of in place of a congratulatory high five, but the action paired with it is way different. We only use it when someone really does well at something.
Justo: It's Castellano for just, and can mean just like justice, or just as in "just at that moment," like, "I was walking down the street and checked the time on the phone and justo received a call right there."
There are a few more that I think I'll have to add, and I might teach you guys the random words and phrases of Guaranì I know, but I'm out of time! Stay tuned for next week's episode!
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