Huck

Hmmm.... what to write, what to write.  I hate it when I don´t think about this before I start.

First things first.  I now haven´t eaten rice for two weeks.  It has been the best two weeks (stomach-wise) of my entire mission.  I think that I had good reason to not want to eat rice as a child.  It seriously makes me sick to my stomach.  I have a theory that the things we think are nasty as children are the things that will later make us sick to our stomach when we go to another country.  I have one witness thus far that my theory is correct!

I also ate this really delicious soup last night made of spinach, potatoes, carrots, peppers, cheese, and milk.  Basically, you boil the vegatables, blend them up in the liquifier and then heat it up with everything in it.  The thing about the soups here is that with creamy soups ( like the ones made of potatoes and milk) are always eaten with popcorn.  There´s a big bowl of popcorn in the middle of the table and instead of putting crackers, you put popcorn.  Super rico!

Let´s see...

I feel like nothing really significant happened this week.  

We did an invasion in one of the sectors of the elders in our district this week.  It´s where we all split up with members on divisions and contact as many people as possible.  The thing is though that the elders are in a Kichawa area and the people don´t speak Spanish.  So I was basically all smiles while the member did all the talking.  It was pretty cool to listen to though.  There are some words that are the same in Spanish, like Mormon and God, so sometimes I knew what she was saying, but most of the time no.

The Indiginous here are super faithful.  Almost all of the jovenes go on missions, even the women.  They have this really cool outfit that they wear.  The women have two-layered skirts and white blouses with lots of ruffles and embroydery and this little sandal-shoes and a cool gold-beaded necklace.  The men grow out their hair really long and braid it down the back and almost always wear a hat.  It kind of looks like a cowboy hat, but not really.  Then when they are going to church or to a special occasion, the men wear all white, even down to their sandal shoes.  Even the Stake President has hair nearly down to his waist!  

That´s about all that I have to say for myself this week.  Sorry it´s so lame.  I really do feel bad.  

Until next week!

Love. Love. Love.

Hermana Cooper