August 29, 2013
I hope you weren't disapointed at not getting a letter on Tuesday; Thursday is P- day my entire stay at the MTC (CCM en Español). My companion's name is Elder Dye, he is from Santa Clara California, his Spanish is much better than mine because of High School Classes and he is also the District leader.
|Zach outside his MTC apartment in the blue circle they go to for earthquakes.|
Unlike Provo, there are dozens of native Spanish speakers at every turn, it isn't hard to find an opportunity to practice speaking. I still have to push myself though. There is only 3 hours a day of instruction from mi maestro, the rest of the day it's up to me to study and work. I'm continually surprised by how many cognates Spanish\English share. I don't know why that is, but it sure makes my job a lot easier!
So you know how in America we ad "ito" to everything to make it sound Spanish? Well I found out yesterday that the Mexicanos add "shun" (tion) to make their words sound English! Taco-shun, Libro-shun, lecccion-shun, etc.
I had to teach my first investigador (yes, investigador) on Friday, only three days into a new language. It was tough. We teach him every day. He has since learned to pray, has read from El Libro de Mormón, gained a testimonio of José Smith, and commited to baptism. No actual human person would ever do those things after hearing my and mi companíero's atrocious Espanól, but it was still really good practice. Our investigador is about to become our teacher, and tell us how much we got wrong.
Domingo is defintitely the best day of the week. We had ridiculously good food: ham, ice cream, steak, french fries, all wrapped in beautiful corn tortillas. Lunch is the biggest, schmansiest meal around here, and the only one they won't let you eat cocoa rice crispies at. Also on Sunday was leadership meeting (my comp is the District leader), priesthood, sacrament, two devotionals, and THE TESTAMENTS. It was good.
All the Latinos here are way cool. My ability to communicate with them is severely limited, but we still have a good time playing basketball, soccer, and stuff. I mostly just say bien. Bien is one seriously good word. It will get you far.
I was able to go to the Mexico City Temple to today, The words were all different, but the feelings were the same. It was pretty cool, and exciting to see first hand that God's blessings are available to everyone regardless of language, nation or any other thing.
Here I really get a kick out of our 45 minutes of football a day with the Latinos. I discovered that umbrellas are just about the coolest thing out there. The weather is absolutely perfect, it is almost always shady, and around 70 degrees all day long. When it rains, it really pours though. Everything goes in tacos. Everything. It's crazy that just a few weeks ago I was a kid. In Utah. Now suddenly I'm in Mexico being taught Spanish by a Mexican with Mexican palm trees outside. Loco. I saw some parrots yesterday, it was pretty sweet. Our family is so blessed to have what we do. In Mexico city I have seen tarps for roofs and people having to sweep the rain out of their homes. The streets are lined with barb wire.