THINGS I´VE LEARNED:
- they cut lawns here with weed whackers, even it they´re like
pretty big
- traffic laws are like weak suggestions and if people decide
they need to stop their car, they just stop in the middle of the street like
nbd
- the CCM takes your cameras, passports, and snacks
when you arrive, but not if you are the only north american to arrive and
you arrive in the middle of the night. (they got them from me later
though, but its just for safe-keeping)
- reading the scriptures in spanish is really hard and time
consuming, but its exciting
- as a missionary, they want everything you do to be formal, so
you basically never use the "tú" form of any verbs ("tú" is
the informal way to say "you"). basically every phrase you learn in
high school spanish uses the tú form of verbs, soooooooo i currently have a
crazy amount of awful habits in my subconscious
- spanish computers are laid out a bit differently than those in
north america, so some of the not-letter keys are in different places and its
like super confusing
- the CCM and its classes and stuff can be kinda confining since
youre always in the same room in the same fenced-off building, but
- WE WENT OUTSIDE ON THE STREETS TO TALK TO PEOPLE ON LIKE THE
THIRD DAY AND IT WAS SO EXCITING AND SCARY
- Elder Donaldson, my companion (he´s from Mesa, AZ), was
talking to a lady on the street who said she didnt believe in God and he wanted
to tell her that when he sees the beautiful world and stuff he knows God
exists, but on of the phrases he used to describe this thought was "mi
cuerpo perfecto" (my perfect body)
- the other elders in my district (aka the only other north
americans here) are named Elder Cutler, from Gilbert, AZ and Elder Pearson,
from Orem, UT. Cutler really likes to work on cars and is really cool. We have
similar brains and its fun to talk to him. Elder Pearson is a CS major
(hollaaaa) and is super smart. the three of them have been here two more weeks
than me
- I live for puns
- at dinner one day, we were eating pears and I asked why pears
were the shape they were. Elder Cutler said is was probably from
"pear-pressure" (get it, like peer preassure) and i laughed for an
unconventional amount of time
- the verb for "to joke" is "bromear" which
sounds like bro and makes me laugh
- latin american teenagers rreeeeeeeeeally like spray deo
- sometimes, when people use spray deo right by your face it
makes you think you are going to stop breathing
- in colombia, they pronouce the "y" sound, such as in
"New York" kinda like a "schz". so you would like like
"New SCHZork" which is different than I learned in HS and is
therefore exciting and hard
- the best thing about playing volleyball with latin people is
that they use their head and feet almost as effectively (and definitely as
readily) as their arms and hands
- Aaaaaaand our CCM president said that there is a huge group of
guys coming in soon and it might be too crowded and they might send us out next
week. maybe. which is scary. but exciting. I feel like i could be ready by
then.
- many of the latin guys wanna learn english so we spent a good
amount of time the other day exchanging tongue twisters with them in our
respective native languages, which was out of control hard but fun.
Hopefully I´ll get more time to write sometime, but for now,
this will have to do. I am learning the language, learning how to teach people,
and getting ready to serve. Keep me in your prayers!
With sweet Latin love,
Elder
Pratt
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