This week was great!
I feel like I'm really getting used to the mission life. It's really not so bad when you get used to the routine.
It's a lot of studying in the mornings, but I feel like I'm getting the lessons and the language down pretty well, So I guess it's paying off!
The food is really routine too.
It's not necessarily a bad thing...but I think 300 years ago the country had a big meeting about food that went something like this:
"Well, we've come together as a civilization to determine what foods we would like to perfect as a nation. To determine for generations to come what culinary delicacy the Incans, and ultimately the Peruvians will be globaly recognized for making"
......."Well so far the only foods we can eat without contracting dysentery and the plague are: Rice, Chicken, and potatoes"......."Do you want us to wait until we can properly clean other kinds of food"?
"Eh....I don't really have a lot of time, lets just stick with those three......forever.....and ever".
Really though. I can't recall eating anything else.....except ceviche that one time.....which I'm pretty sure was invented by someone without taste buds.....
but other than the really repetitive nature of the mission, it's fantastic!
Last P-day we went to see the light show in the water park! They use a projector and mist from the water to do a light show, it was actually really awesome!
As for the bed......
We noticed it was kind of weak from the start....but that didn't stop us from putting the 200 pound elder up top.
Anyway, one day I jumped up and it bent a little. We could have easily continued sleeping on it, but Glassford insisted that it was broken beyond repair. When I contested, he said "Look. We can sleep on that, or we can get a new bed"! He then proceeded to jump on the bed until it became the crumpled mess that you saw.
I'm beginning to think that he really doesn't care given that this is his last change and all.....but oh well, I got a new bed out of it, so I'm not complaining.