Sunday, March 5, 2017

And I Live to Fight Another Day

Im alive. i think. Im in porto alreagry? Well not really. im north in a small city town. This place is only known for growing uva (grapes). So that shoulld give you and idea oh how small it is. 
So fun fact aBOUT BRAZIL....You shall flush only poop and pee. NOTHING ELSe! you know that little trash can next to every tolet and its almost just pointless in every way but everyone decides they just need an extra trash can just because? yeah. here you put everything in that. tolet paper, dingle beries, other things.......... but yeah it smells


Oh warm showers? do go on abouut how amazing they use to be, No warm water. The water is heated in the shower head. and little did i think about touching it one day.... It will shock you.... and you are all wet.... it will zap everything. BUT who needs kids anyways!

I have 2 blisters. one on both feet. on the same toe. and both are bigger then my toe itself. ive named them lame and annoying.
You think georga is mountainy? This place is so crazay up and down, that some roads are almsot ands and feet to get up! Also side walks? meh. the roads are wide and cobblestone. Motercicles are flying everywhere like there in an action movie. so great.

for disert at some places we eather have and amazing home made somthing, or just cold water. water is a luxery here.

I can speak small sentances, But dont get toooooo happy for me, They are of no use. So im doing good!

My back pack sweats black when i sweat so my shirts have black marks on them. BUT i never take it off so its all good there too!

There is a skate ppark here. We walk past it every day. Everyday they ask me to skate. We are not aloud to skate so i have to say no. I know that Ive choose to give my temporary happyness for these peoples eternal salvation. That it will be easer to show up these kids and show them how its done in amarica! then to speak my broken language, speak less then 100 words a day, and almost break into tears when i find someone say somthing in inglish and i understand.

Also we do clap out side of gates to get people to talk. But the gates are so close to the house they normally just stand up. Also its common to keep windows and doors open always. Which is good. But everyone has 1 room houses. ina house built on a house.

I love the ghettos here. My companion does not. we drop all our stuff off but scriptues and go in. So great. The houses are stacked and half the time you have to walk through a house to get somewhere. people think its cool that i speak inglish but no portages.
IN THE GHETOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO IN THE GHETOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

oh yeah ive forgoten alot of my favoret music, so i feel like ive lost a pace of me already. But everyone here lessen to amarican music. matalica, Iron madin, And some popy stuff. Its funny because they have no ideea what they are saying

Everyone loves the name johnston. They pronouce it John.Stones. and from what little i could understand its slang for lady killer? Also they just say it for fun.

here, we hand skate, then hug, then with somepeople we do the kiss thing. you hvae no idea how much that freaked me out the first time it happen. but i feel like some of these people might swing the other way and no one would notice


also mom i am eatting well. The morning? nock off cerail with warm milk (they dont refrigerate milk), with my chose of the finest salteen crackers or stail bread. for lunch, A devine rice and beans. With the hosts chose of meet. Oh and dinner, Dinner is my choose of nock off roman noodle with whatever i can find.


for my scripture i havent thought of one? I like the 1 nefi somthing, It was[how great was there joy for i had food] somthing like that? really hits home for me

I am slightly deppressed. I speak less then 100 words a day like i said. Time was going really fast. But it slowed back down to a crawl. I miss having food to eat, being able to sleep, hanging out with people, seeing my family. Or just being able to talk.

BUT its ok! depression passes? Happyness comes eventually! Blessings come from trils. And i dont see the big Picture, Only the lord does. He knows my weakness, and knows my potental to grow.

Write me letter and pictures! i like to carry them and read them when things get hard.

Dont worry about me. Im not this easy to break. And just cuz i break does not mean i give up.




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Live Long, And Prosper

Elder Johnston

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