So this week was very interesting. I had been hearing all week in the letters
how the Christmas in the mission is the best and how jealous people were of
me. Well my friends, I should’ve traded,
cause I had the worst Christmas ever and I’m not exaggerating at all….and I’ll
explain why.
Christmas
Eve:
Ha oh boy it would’ve been a blast if I didn’t get straight
steamrolled by sickness. I had been sick since Tuesday, throwing up, diarrhea
and not being able to move. We then went
and got medicine, it’s a long walk to the pharmacy; like 10 min. So the whole way I’m trying to keep my
balance and debating if I should throw myself in front of a big bus, but with
my luck I wouldn’t die. So we got the meds and then went to Hermana C’s
house. This lady is a saint and is definitely
going to the Celestial kingdom. Anyway,
she made us a feast and me some chicken and rice. So I got to watch people munch. That was fun...........not really.
Christmas
Day:
Well things got worse and worse with time. I was trying to
feel better before we got to talk with the fam but that didn’t happen. Around 4
we went to Hermana X’s casa. Lovely lady
also. She let me sleep on her daughter’s
bed before I talked to the fam. I slept
for 3 hours. Around 7 I got on Skype and started talking. Felt sick the whole
time and didn’t say half the things I wanted to say cause my stomach hurt so
bad. And the connection (if that’s what you want to call it) was a disaster.
After
Christmas:
Santa musta been really ticked off at me cause got nothing on
Christmas and the day after I got something: a Moon River. (FLETCH reference).
And I would’ve rather had coal. I’ll
explain. So woke up around 10 and felt like drunk hobo. So we decided to go to
the hospital. Bad decision. They hooked
me up with an IV and a bed. Bed a little small, but the best blanket I have
ever had at the hospitals. So 2 nurses came in.
I call them the Evil Twins. They need a sample of my doodoo and they
brought with them a tube. You can
probably figure it out from there. Then after that they gave me a bunch of
medicine. I’ll tell ya, the stay at the
hospital is muy bueno cuando you can watch TV. The next morning I left for the
house.
So what have I learned from this you might ask? Well:
1) Don’t eat everything
you see in the street even though it smells like heaven.
2)Self-medicate or get some lifetime scars.
3)I have one more chance to have a good Christmas on the
mission so let’s do it big, huh?!
4)Christmas with the family, YOUR family is 100x better.
Cars
y Bikes:
They all have flat tires. It’s so weird. They just cruise with
no air in the tires; and we freak out back at home when we are losing some air.
Wild. Perspective.
That’s it this week folks. Pretty boring and gross and
miserable. Till next time.