Wed, 24 Feb 2010 A sopapo of an email

I got the letter. Super fast I might add. It came on Monday. It might have even come sooner had it not been for the weekend... Amazing. If you want we can keep sending stuff straight to me. I also got the package during interviews yesterday and it is sweet. I especially love the flying cow on the bottle of the lactose stuff. It all makes sense now... actually, it is even more confusing, but at least I have an awesome mental picture of a superhero cow flying around my intestine breaking up all the evil air pockets to protect my companions olfactory headquarters. Thank you. I also let our Spaniard roommate try some of the dried mangoes and his response was "holy butterfly." We taught him holy cow and I guess he thought it was free to use with any animal... who knew? So, thank you thank you thank you.

We have been having a lot of activities with the troubled youth of the ward lately. They usually don't like the missionaries much, but lately they have been way cool. They have been calling us up to go hang out, so that is what we do, we hang out, missionary style. We do stuff like bet them they couldn't teach a single principle of the the missionary lessons, and then they try to prove us wrong. It is sweet. My favorite part is the Spanish slang. I make sure to run everything I hear by the mission leader and Elder Moreno to make sure it is not vulgar. So you can have confidence that at least in Spain it is acceptable. So to explain the subjects of the last couple emails - Estar cachas = to be a real hunk, and describing something as bombo and platillos = loud and noisy (literally drum and cymbals). They tend to use the second more with me, but we are working it towards the first. It is funny how many different kinds of Spanish there are. There are so many words that we can only use with Spaniards and so many we can only use with south americans. Then when you get into the southies, they each have their own words for everything. Confusing at times. Sad thing is, there are no Mexicans here, so I will have to learn a whole new Spanish when I get home.

So you are coming to pick me up after all? Man, you guys are so rich. It will be way sweet. Let me know how much time you are planning on spending. I will give you small lists of places and people with their emails so you can get it all planned out. Sorry, but people will take some precedence over places.

Oh yeah, Dad, last week we went to check out this free massage place and it was pretty cool. They have this so called state of the art table that uses infrared to make you feel awesome. It felt pretty good and they let you go as much as you want. It is called Ceragem. I lady in charge came to get some of my info while i was getting a massage and I gave her the low down on my Chirodad. I think they want to give a lot of free stuff to try to win us over. After i told them about you they got really nice. All i want to know is what you think of it to know if it would be something worth doing during pday.

We did actually manage to do a good amount of missionary work this last week. Things are going super well. So well in fact that President told me in the interview to start planning for another companionship to come help us. Way cool. We will be one of the first wards to get a boost. That wasn't my favorite part of the interview though. When we walked in we were soaking wet because it was raining like always. President came up to us and handed us his umbrella and his keys and gave us a big list of stuff he wanted us to grab. He then turned to his wife and asked her if she had any change, and as usual, my brain to mouth connection was working unhindered and i said, "President, no hay que pagarnos (you don't have to pay us)." Apparently he just wanted us to pay for his parking, but he look at me, shook his head, and said, "Ah el Elder Carr is su buen sentido de humor (elder carr and his good sense of humor)." The cool thing about this was that it was the third time he has said it to me, and the first time that it resulted from a joke. The first was when he asked me what the palace was called in Arajuez and I told him, "supongo que es el palacio de Arajuez (palace of Arajuez)." I hope you get the joke, if you don't, your are lame.

I think i am lame, i don't get it.

The other day we went to the hospital to visit the sister of our mission leader. She has cancer everywhere. She is the one i love to flirt with. We got there and she was doing really bad. We gave her a blessing and then tried to help her. She was really cold and there just happened to be a cup of something warm on the table. So we made her drink it. After she tasted it she asked what it was. Once again my brain to mouth connection was too well connected and i told her that it was probably Elder Wallace's urine, but to drink it anyway because it will warm her up. She laughed and felt better. It was cool.

Sorry, we gotta run already.

Love you a whole lot,

Elder Sky