Hola
familia!!
First of all I need to
apologize because I’m hopeless at this new keyboard and every other key seems
to make weird symbols like this ç so forgive me.
So after we left Atlanta it was an all-night flight to Buenos Aires.
I sat next to a couple from Argentina and had a semi decent conversation with
them. That’s about the best at Spanish I’ve felt all week.
We got through customs
and stuff which wasn’t too bad. The worst part of that day, I can't even
remember which day it was, Tuesday? was that no one gave us complete
instructions so it was like, go sit on this bus, sit here in the mission
office, give me your passport so I can change your visa. I honestly don't even
really know what happened but most of that day we waited in the mission office
and then that night we took a small plane to Posadas. Super glad we did because
apparently the bus ride would have been like 24 hours. So we spent that night
in Posadas and then that morning we were interviewed and given our companions
and sent off! I don’t know why my mission president said he'd talked to us on Thursday because Thursday morning
was my first morning in Virasoro.
Anyway, my companion
is a native from Nicaragua and she doesn't speak English at all, which is
really hard. The language is the hardest thing right now because I just feel
like I can never communicate, so please pray for that.
I like Virasoro, but I
don't know how to describe it. We live in the centro, which is like a normal
kind of town, but about half of our area is super campo and we're not allowed
to go into at night. Our apartment is actually really nice for mission
apartments, because it’s new. Oh I forgot to say, we're the first sister
missionaries that have ever been here. So that's super cool. So we divided the
boundaries of the town, and because of that we're basically starting from
scratch. We have no area book, no investigators, and like hundreds of inactives.
My companion has a month in the mission. Like we literally started our missions
on the same day, but she only went to the MTC for 2 weeks and then was out in
the field. So we’re both new, and in a brand new place. But the members are
amazing and support us. They’re the only reason we have a bed and a stove
because our apartment had no furniture. They’re also currently working on
getting us electricity because we don’t have that yet haha. Super glad I packed
flashlights!
I think things probably
sound crazier here than they are. Heavenly Father is taking care of us, and
things really aren’t that bad. One of the less active members we met is
convinced he knew the two of us “from some time before.” So that’s really cool.
Yesterday was the primary program which was a tender mercy because I was
feeling pretty lost and halfway through I realized that I can still remember
the first sister missionaries that came to our ward when I was in primary. I’m
trying to remember that I can make a difference even when all I can do is
smile, say hola, and kiss cheeks. :) I’ve also never felt so tall in my life; I
think it’s really funny. They don’t say gringa here they say polaca and one man
couldn’t say Rawlins so just called me Hermana Polaca which I thought was
really funny and was like the first joke I actually got :)
One thing that’s
helped me right now is remembering that an instrument doesn’t know what it’s doing.
It gets carried along wherever the master needs it and HE is the one who
creates the masterpiece after a lot of work.
Ok love you all a ton!
Sorry no pictures today I have no idea how to use any of this and it’s all in Spanish.
Have a good thanksgiving!!
Lots of love,
Amanda
PS. Emily please
correct my grammar. :) Thanks,
you’re the best sister ever!
| The mission office sent this to us. These are all the missionaries that started the same day as Amanda. |