estoy cachas Wednesday, February 10, 2010

He-ey,

A package sent my way already? Oh gosh. Thanks for the guilt trip. It took you 3 days... I am hitting 3 months... Oh well, guilt gone. I have finished the mission library a couple times so President is letting me read the Miracle of Forgiveness. Nothing really makes me feel guilty anymore. I am about half way through, and to put in bluntly, that book makes you feel like crap. I’m glad I’m my mother’s son so that when I come across somthing outrageous I can just say, “I’m glad I dont agree with that.”

Thanks a ton for the package, I can’t wait to get it. If you want, you can start sending stuff to me here. One of these days you will get somthing in the mail from me, hopefully. Go ahead and copy it from there. Well, that is if you still love me by then.

Oh yeah, the Haiti stuff is super sad. I dont know how bad/good things really are down there. We dont hear much anything, but when we do it is just quick glimpses on the unfiltered news networks. A lot of really graphic stuff. Stuff they cant show in the states. And although gross and inhumane of me, I did manage to find humor in it. I am speaking of the high amount of Dominicans that live in my area. They are all very racist towards the Hatians. I enjoy standing up to them. They are some of my favorite people because they are all nuts, loud, and outspoken. As you can imagine, we get along really well. Everytime I hear one of them ranting about the how evil the Hatians are I tell them to be careful because soon they are going to share a state with them. After what I say sinks in and they ask me what I mean, I tell them about how the U.S. had to go in with troops and in order to solve all the problems it will just be the easiest to go ahead and take the already broken country as a colony. You know, help it from the inside out. And since there are only like 20 Dominicans in the Republic since all of them are in New York and Alvarado (neighborhood in Madrid where they all live, known as “little Dominicana”) we will just go ahead and take the DR as well. We can call it “La Republica Americana de Haiti.” It is so funny to see them flip out, but in the end everybody wins: they get their American Citizenship and I get my beach house.

Back to the missionary world, things are going great. The baptism was awesome. For the first time in my mission, the water was warm (us: 1, devil: 0). There was a really good turn out (us:2, devil: 0). There was a musical number that was supposed to be done by the Hermanas, but for some reason they asked me to help them at the last second (us: 2, devil:1). Luis Miguel (he who was baptized) made his very own programs and has volunteered to make all the programs from here on out because he loved doing it (us: 3, devil: 1). He went down in one try even though the water was a bit low (us: 4, devil: 1). Best of all, his testimony at the end was awesome and the spirit was incredible the whole time, I even got his testimony recorded so we could make a CD for him with the pictures and all (us: 5, devil: 1).

We win.

Real quick, I made a mistake on the boundary changes. All of Bilbao is getting split in two. The eastern half goest to Barcelona and the Wester half (coruña, leon, etc.) becomes part of our mission. There you go. I will continue to keep you updated.

There is a bit of a buzz in the mission as of late. President Watkins’ new system for transfers is, “if he doesn’t need to move, why move him?” This last transfer there was only one change and it was only because there was a new Hermana coming in. Funny enough, she is now in our district. Her first day was when we had District Mtg so we all got to meet her right off the bat. She was doing really well. Later in the day we were walking down the street and I was just thinking about my first day and how crazy it was. Luckily I spoke spanish so it wasnt all that bad, but I was wondering what it would have been like had I come in like she did. I suddenly wished I could see her face. And as you know, the church is true, so she came rolling around the corner in front of us. The look was priceless. She had the joy and excitement of finally getting to be a missionary mixed perfectly with the fear and horror of realizing you are in a strange place with a strange tongue and have a long rode ahead of you. It reminded me of one of those faces guys make when they are playing around with kids, and as always happens, one of the kids lays a blow to the tenders, but to save face they try to play it off like nothing happened, you know, smile your troubles away. It was cool.

Well, that does it for me, for now...

Love you bunches,

Elder Sky

Ambassador to La Republica Americana de Haiti