I'm dying but good food.

 I'm not actually dying but I've been sick the entire time I've been here. I can't catch a break. I've had a stuffy nose and cough; Itchy eyes a couple days ago and now have some "allergic reaction" happen on my back.  I'm sure I'll be fine eventually.

The food here is amazing. Basically, every meal consists of Monekia which is similar to sour cream but not really just same texture (I hate actual sour cream), fried Platano's, beans, tortillas and some sort of meat or eggs. It is so good; I'm going to end up fat here.
Well for the weekly run through!
Monday- We got together as a zone for P-day.  I was able to hang out with Elder Mills and Elder Averret who were in my house in the MTC.  We played Futbol and I got wrecked.  It's nice to see familiar faces though.  
Tuesday- I was on an exchange with Elder averret and his companion and we went and explored the new area.  We walked 9 miles that day.  It was up a mountain, and I was exhausted, but it was awesome.
Wednesday- We had a zone meeting.  I got to see my amigos Averret and Mills again and everyone thought it would be funny if they sent us greenie Greengo's to go get pop for lunch.  It was pretty funny. I had a good time.
Thursday-Saturday- these days where normal teaching days but my companions thought it would be a good idea if we went out and gave pamphlets about the church so I could work on my Spanish. I met some interesting people. I met a guy from the military base here and he's a member from Utah who served a mission in El Salvador. Then I met a guy who told me my race dominates the world, then I met another guy who told me God's an alien and that UFO's are a sign of the second coming and that the government is trying to hide it. There are some crazy people out there.  
Sunday- The pamphlets worked. We had 11 investigators show up to church. Even though only 2 where from the pamphlets it was still worth it. I couldn't believe how many people came to Chruch. 
Something happened that I never expected would ever happen in my life. We were at family home evening and a 12-year-old boy had to help me read the scripture and say words correctly. Kinda embarrassing but it's ok. 
The people here are so amazing and friendly. I've only been rejected once. The Spanish is hard, and no one can really understand that I don't know SPANISH!  They always ask me hard questions expecting me to understand what they are saying but I'll get it eventually.  My companions are great and help translate for me. 
But don't worry, I'm still kinda alive, Spanish is still confusing, I'm going to be fat, and I fall asleep in most lessons.  
Love, Elder Price














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