¡Hola!
Well, this will be my last email from the CCM! What a ride it has been! I have thoroughly enjoyed the experiences and memories I have had thus far. This week, however, was actually kind of uneventful. Our entire zone got into a lot of trouble because people have been sneaking spoons into other missionaries pockets. It started out pretty innocent until the lunch room reported they were missing some spoons. It turns out that around 47 spoons had been taken and were simultaneously being switched from pockets to pockets.
I also got called on to give a talk this past Sunday. LOL. There was a time in the CCM where I thought I knew how to speak Spanish. SIKE. We have been studying grammar a lot lately in class, and now that I know how you are supposed to say things, I realize I know how to say approximately nothing. Ignorance really is bliss. So between having to give a talk, and coming to the knowledge that I have actually been speaking nonsense for the past 5 weeks, my confidence has taken a hit. I did however understand 80% of a devotional on Tuesday which included me actually understanding and laughing at a joke the speaker made. There is hope for me still. On Sunday I was feeling a little down
because I am mediocre at Spanish (and "I don´t want no mediocre!"). Anyway, I was feeling discouraged. As life would have it we watched 17 Miracles on Sunday as well. LOL! They always say our generation is the choice generation, and I´m gonna have to go ahead and say FALSE. I whine because I´m not completely fluent in Spanish after 5 weeks. Pioneers sing hymns and praise God because they get to leave bloody footprints in the snow as they walk to Zion. I was grateful to be humbled because it motivated me to work harder and be a better missionaries. THANKS PIONEERS! The comforting thing is though, that I´m not the only one who has been getting discouraged. Basically everyone had a mental breakdown. I´m not sure if it´s because everyone kept finding spoons in their pockets, they can´t learn Spanish, or a mixture of both. My guess is the spoons.
As excited as I am to go to Piura, I have thoroughly enjoyed Lima. It is a hilarious place. I´m going to miss all of the kindest, toothless, Latino temple workers who are so patient as I ask them to repeat things 67 times. I´m also going to miss all of the dogs, both stray and owned, that are constantly wearing clothes. I´m not kidding, I can count on one hand the number of dogs I have seen not wearing a sweater. Speaking of stray dogs, there are plenty of mangy looking stray mutts running about, but you also see just as many purebred dogs roaming the streets. So naturally, the first time I have ever seen a dalmation was while it was running amuck in the streets of downtown Lima wearing a blue pastel parka. Aww Lima.
Even though I have loved Lima I am stoked for Piura!!! Honestly the CCM has been such a weird experience. I don´t know why, but when I thought about my mission I always just kind of skipped over the MTC part. I would casually tell people I would be in the Peru MTC for 6 weeks, as if 6 weeks is merely a Saturday afternoon. 6 weeks is a long time to be in what has only been described to me as a ´EFY on steroids´. I have loved the CCM, but I am ready to feel like I am actually on a mission, and do actual missionary things. Real missionary life does kind of freak me out however. Mostly because I will be with someone who probably can´t speak English 24/7, which means I will be trapped with my own thoughts 24/7 until I can learn how to communicate in Spanish. Pray for me. Also pray that I won´t get heatstroke or skin cancer. Without fail every time I tell a Latino I´m going to Piura, all they say is ´Oh ¡hace calore!´ Hahaha.
I´m joking. I'm stoked to be trapped with my thoughts. I´m stoked to always be slightly sunburned. I am stoked for Piura! Missions are top notch and I am reminded how grateful I am to be here. Thanks for all your prayers everyone! I miss you all!
Love,
Elder Meier.
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