Bolivia, Charcas—Week 22

Dear Family and Friends,

I hope you are all loving and enjoying life and the wonderful people in it.

This week was a bit boring, sorry! I don’t really have much to write, and the computer just shut down, so there’s not much time. But, quickly, everything is great. President Zambrano wants me to tell you that we are fine here. I guess there are a lot of worried parents because of all the news about other parts of Bolivia and the rain. It’s become a big problem, but not here in Santa Cruz.

No, the package hasn’t come yet, nor any letters. I think there must be a hold up with the mail and such because our district leader told us to be patient with the mail. I’m hoping it comes soon, though.

We have started teaching English classes. The first time we taught them, no one showed up, so we just hung out at the chapel waiting and then left. The next time, they were pretty good. We had all of the seminary students already in the chapel, so they came and we taught them English. We are hoping it helps us get some references. I guess we will find out.

We won’t be able to write next Monday because it is Carnaval here and we can’t leave the house for 4 days. We will just be doing a lot of BofM reading in Spanish and studying. Just don’t get worried when I don’t send an email next week!

Thanks for everything that you all do, and sorry this is so short. I promise I’ll write lots in two weeks. Oh, and tell Steph good luck in the PG pageant! Love you all!

Love you all so much!

xoxo

Hermana Nelson

Journal Pages
February 18, 2014
Worn Out in The Work
It’s been a few days since I’ve written because I’ve been so tired. Really, though, I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired in my whole life. But it’s a good tired—we are working as hard as we can, even though we haven’t had too many lessons. We know, though, that numbers aren’t everything and as long as we are trying our best and working hard, we will see something come out of it in the end.

Popcorn
We had a brilliant idea to make popcorn, put it in bags, and give it to our investigators to show them we love them. I guess we bought bad popcorn, because every batch burned—every single one! We were bummed. We even prayed it would pop and a few did, but then burned like all the rest. We finally gave up.