(Mom) Last night, in a ward talent show, we sang a medley of some famous Mexican songs. We all had our highlight moments. I sang the song "Alla en una rancha grande". I held the word vivia (last word of first line) for about 10 seconds straight with a deep Mexican super exaggerated vibrato. I have the video of us practicing, but it is way too big to send. I also told the story about a chicken that got hit by a car with a towel. Do you remember that? A missionary showed it to us about 10 years ago. The kids really liked that and there was a good laugh. It’s never exactly been my forte telling stories or doing weird things on stage but it is sure fun. The week went by fast. We taught Gabriela from Argentina one time and she is doing OK. She doesn’t fully understand the "no wine" thing, but I believe she will change as she prays with a sincere heart. Some of my favorite memories of my mission have been ones on my knees or blessings that have come from the relationship gained with Heavenly Father through prayer. It takes work I am learning more and more. It seems like the weeks that I am focused on praying go by so well and then my natural man slips and I feel the consequences and am forced to rebuild and grow the relationship.
Mama, ¿cómo está el español? ¿Tiene clases? Estoy animado de poder hablar con usted. Esta semana leí mas del Libro de Mormón en español y me ayudó muchísimo. Te amo.
(Google translation)- Mama, how are you Spanish? Do you have classes? I am encouraged to speak with you. This week I read over the Book of Mormon in Spanish and helped me a lot. I love you.
Mom’s response- Thanks to google translate I understood the message . . . the answer is . . . not so well . . . I’m waiting for my private teacher. I LOVE YOU SON!
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