I'm so Grateful.

Well this last week was kind of lame for a while, I was sick from last weekend until this one with the flu.  I was grateful in between my moments of pain that I am normally not sick.  When I came home from church that Sunday I laid down for a nap, despite my exhaustion I could not sleep.  I felt that I needed to write down things I was grateful for.  I told myself I'd do it when I woke up, but things kept flowing into my mind, so here are my 26 things (for my age) that I am most grateful for:

1. My Savior, Jesus Christ - His atonement, love, & example
2. My Heavenly Father - His plan of happiness & infinite love for me
3. The Holy Ghost - for teaching & testifying to me all the truth I know
4. Having the gospel of Jesus Christ in my life
5. My dad - for being a wonderful man, husband, father, grandfather, & always supporting my dreams
6. My mom - for loving me, even when I wasn't so loveable
7. My sister - for being my best friend; even though we've had our rough spots, she's always shown her
    love & loyalty by working things out with me.
8. My brother - for being a good example of a loving husband & father who supports his family and
    serves faithfully in the gospel.
9. My in-laws: Esther - for being a good mother to my adorable nephews & niece, and being so fun to
    talk with.  Jason - for teaching me so many gospel principles that have changed my life.
10. My nephews & neices - for making me so happy & letting me see the simple joys of life through
      laughter & insatiable curiosity.
11. The priesthood - so I can be sealed to my family forever.
12. My church leaders who have loved, counseled, & encouraged me.
13. The opportunity I had to serve in the temple & all the wonderful women who shaped my life there.
14. My dear friends who love me, laugh with me, cry with me, almost die with me, & put up with me.
15. Being endowed & all the spiritual strength & power that gives me to carry on.
16. The opportunity to work at Anasazi & have my life changed & get to know incredible people &
      watch their lives be changed.
17. The opportunity to come to Colombia to improve my spanish & discover more about myself &
      more about the Lord.
18. The Martinez family for being so wonderful & fun & funny & patient with my spanish.
19. A healthy body so I can climb sweet mountains, & go where I want free of pain or inconvenience.
20. Living prophets & apostles who always have words that console, encourage, & inspire me to be
      better.
21. Being an American - even though our nation definitely has its problems, we are SO BLESSED!
22. Having all of my senses work well - so I get to enjoy many incredible things to their fullest.
23. Living near my sister & her in-laws, & them always making time for me & making me feel loved.
24. Laughter - that heals hearts & bonds families & friends.
25. Miracles - especially the miracle of my dear friend Jamie Tingey not only having her life preserved, but also having miracle after miracle defy medical feasibility to make a full recovery.
26. This beautiful earth that provides all our necessities, many of our wants, & is breath takingly beautiful.

On Monday I was washing my garments by hand and I though I should add the little things I'm grateful for:

1. a washing machine - so I can throw my clothes in and do something else for the next 45 mins
2. a dryer - so clothes shrink back to size...mostly just jeans
3. my car - so I can go where I want, when I want, and not have to make an 20 min trip turn into an
    hour of standing squished next to strangers (though this is entertaining sometimes)
4. seeing people I know when I go places
5. having a calling and feeling like I contribute to something
6. a toilet that I don't have to worry if it's going to flush or not
7. a heater and AC in my house...depending on my whim
8. english as my native tongue (general conference is way better not being translated)
9. a temple super close to my house
10. water fountains in every establishment I go in

During my week I fought boredom all the time because I was stuck in bed, but I found ways to entertain myself (and of course was ever studying spanish).  My favorite was putting on facebook that I am in a relationship & that it is complicated.  This was mostly funny because people take facebook seriously & no one can call me.  I laughed every day as there were new comments or messages inquiring about my status.  Oh facebook...so silly.

Thanksgiving was a lovely day in which I did nearly nothing special.  But I did go to the temple and I happened to go at a time that when I entered the celestial room I was the only person in it.  So that was sweet.  I had planned on making Thanksgiving dinner here, but I've never seen a turkey, yam, or a cranberry here...so I bought two of my favorite treat to make up for my lack of the meal.  Then I had half a Colombian hot dog for dinner.  I would be sad but I made my sister promise that we would have my favorite Thanksgiving items for Christmas this year.  (lets be honest, it wasn't hard to convince her because everyone loves Thanksgiving foods)  I did get to speak with my entire family on Skype that night though!  So I was happy about that. 

One of my favorite moments was when I was Skyping with my roommate, Catherine, to have her call me dad to tell him to Skype with me.  She energetically greeted him, told him it was "Catherine Bridges" (sidenote - who he doesn't know) and proceeded to talk to him for a good 10 minutes about how he was doing, how I am doing in Colombia, etc.  She put him on speaker and I was dying laughing as he cheerfully chatted away without a clue or a question of who she was.

I finally caved after several days and started taking medication, which luckily got me better in time for an institute dance on Friday night.  As always I had a blast.  There is a song here called "La Gringa" and so when it played I would dance through the middle of the circle and everyone cheered.  It was pretty funny.  Also funny was a guy who asked for a dance asked if I had a number here, I lied and said I didn't have a cell phone.  I have less then 2 weeks left, I don't need another Manuel on my hands!

Jhonatan, me, & Andrés at the dance:

The next night was graduation from seminary for Andrés, followed by a dance.  Presidente kept introducing me to guys, and then basically pushed us on the dance floor.  One of the times I got asked to dance the kid asked if I had a boyfriend....he was 13.  At one point I told Presidente & Hna. Martinez to go dance, they responded they were tired.  THE NEXT SONG Presidente asked me to dance, I looked at him incredulously and said "I thought you were tired?"  He said with a smile and laugh "He don't want to dance?"  I got up, and as soon as we hit the dance floor he grabbed a poor, unsuspecting guy (who he knows), and put my hand in this guys hand and told us to dance.  He then went and got his wife to dance.  Meanwhile I had a kid whose eyes are huge with surprise at what just happened, I should have seen it coming.  Haha, pretty funny.

(Coming soon: Photos of the graduation.)

This week I really had to talk myself into being responsible and not bring a puppy home.  BUT I WANT ONE SO BAD!!!  They are so cute and they all love me.  If I am near them when they are sleeping and I say something they always wake up to my voice.  They freak out when they see me.  And I love them!  

Here is a typical occurrence: they all run around playing and one by one they find me and crawl in my lap or on my chest to sleep.  It's so sweet.

And of course I love it!!!

The sisters came over today, and I we were figuring out what days I could go on splits with them.  I wanted to go tomorrow but it is their "P day".  I explained to them how when I was little I used to think that "P day" meant "play day" and they got to be a tourist once each week.  I can no idea they used it to wash their clothes and other things.  Jhonatan then chimed in "that's you're every day life right now!"

Well I have a week and a half left & I am definitely making the most of my time.  I am so excited to see everyone back home, but I will really miss it here.  The family has for some time now been telling me they are going to be sad when I leave, but today Hna Martinez said (this is translated of course) "You know what Samanta?  We love you!"  It was so cute.  (And no I didn't unknowingly spell my name wrong, it's how they say it.)

I have a good plan though.  I have been planting ideas in the sons heads about moving to the U.S., and just recently started using my persuasion that since they want to go to BYU they should just stay after school.  And if the sons are in the states, then the parents will follow.  It's a joke right now...but who knows, maybe it will be reality some day.  (cuz heaven knows I'm not moving here, I love my peeps in AZ and other states too much!)

My first touristic week.

There is a little town 8 hours bus ride away from Bogotá, it's name is San Gil.  Temperatures comparable to Mesa in the spring all year round.  San Gil is nestled in between rivers with rapids, lush mountains, caves where bats will crap all over you, beautiful waterfalls to rappel down, and many other tourist attractions.  It is the home town of Hna Martinez's mother, and she and her sister had business to do there, so they invited me along.  Thus was born my real-deal, honest to goodness tourist week in Colombia.

We left Bogota on Monday night at 9 PM and arrived in San Gil a little after 5 AM.  Being a small town, everything was closed when we arrived.  I couldn't sleep the first couple hours on the bus because my mind just wouldn't go to sleep, that was followed by hours of not being able to sleep because I felt so sick from all the turns and ruts of the mountainous road.  We walked to the middle of town, where there was a beautiful little park...with benches.

Now, a journal entry from Tuesday:

"Today one of my dreams came true...kind of.  I have always wanted to sleep in Central Park in New York like a bum.  This has never happened because all those who love me said "NO!"  We arrived in San Gil this morning at 5 AM, so everything was closed.  I found myself in the park in the middle of town, I laid on a bench--thanks to my hoody morning became night--and I slept a little more."

I heard something beautiful I have only heard in movies, the town has several churchs that ring their bells.  This was really cool, and also not cool because it was 6 AM when they sounded.

When the town woke up we moved to a hotel.

I was happy to be in a warmer climate, but as the day wore on it got so hot!  I went into survival mode and quit speaking and showed little emotion on my face.

That afternoon Hna. Martinez took a nap and I read.  OOSH!  SO hot.  As I laid on my bed and melted I thought of the poor missionaries who serve in areas like this.  It is hot in AZ, but you have the respite of AC.  How do they sleep and work!?

It made me think of  a comment Manuel had said to me the other day, he said I only like Colombia because I am visiting, and if I had to live here I would feel differently.  I think that is the truth because there are many things here that aren't good, but they don't bother me because it's not my home.  So am I excited to come home? 

Ya.

Here is my new favorite treat, it's called leche asada and it is a million times more delicious then flan (and that is really saying something because I LOVE flan).  Also check out how cool this is!  They have bags of water.  We need to pick this up in the states for sports teams.

I went into this week totally unaware of my options.  Luckily I brought my swimming suit which served two purposes: one, I wore my board shorts every day cuz it was so freaking hot! and two: I had something appropriate to wear when I discovered that water water rafting is a big thing in this town and it is super cheap. 

Here I am with all the other tourists.  The couple next to me are from Canada, everyone else is from Europe.  None of them spoke more then a few broken phrases in spanish, so I served as the translator because our guides only spoke broken english.  The black guy in front only speaks french, that is an important detail for later.

I'm not putting many rafting pictures up because there are already a million pictures on this post, but there are a lot more pictures of this on my facebook.  I'm middle right. (Left in the boat, but right in the picture)

In the middle of class 3 or 4 rapids two of our big dudes go overboard.  Rules of rafting are that everyone keeps paddling and the closest person does the rescue.  Black dude that only speaks french (and the only other guy now in our raft besides the guide) is closest and does nothing!  I jump in the front, extend my paddle to the guy who didn't grab the side rope, then pull in the guy who did grab the side rope (note...this was my fear that I would have to rescue one of the guys, don't know if you are aware but I am small, and particularly weak in the arms).  I was surprised how easily I pulled him in and then the next one.  I jumped back to my seat, and grabbed my paddle ready for the next rapid.  Everyone looked at me in surprise and said "HOLY CRAP (in more crude language) how did you do that!?!  You are so strong!"  Then the french guy that fell in turned to his buddy (black dude) and yelled at him saying "WHAT THE HECK MAN!  You let a girl rescue me and just sit there and do nothing!?" 

I thoroughly enjoyed the whole ride!  I've only done up to 3 plus rapids, and this had quite a few 3, 4, & 5 plus'.

As we drove back it was pretty funny because I was the 'local' that everyone was asking what foods were good and explaining culture stuff that they didn't get.

That night was horrible!  Worst idea ever: go rafting, then sleep on a super hard bed.  The next day it hurt to cough or more too fast.  What a pain.  I hardly got any sleep that night because it was so hot in our room.  I felt SO bad for missionaries who sleep like this every night.  Hna Martinez and her sister slept terrible too, so we switched hotels.

The next day I found out that there were hormigas for sale!  (Large fried ants)  I was so excited!

I found a perfect ant...

I stared him in the eyes...

Gently placed him on my tongue...and ATE HIM!  Followed by more of his little friends who were as unlucky as he was.  They actually are kinda good.  Salty and crunchy.

Here is some typical food from San Gil, goat and rice with goats blood (not a huge fan of the taste of the fried goats blood).

We went to Barichara Santander and this is their sweet church.  (photo taken by someone just learning to use a camera apparently).  

Funny story about this little town.  It is about an hour outside of San Gil.  We went with the aunt of Hna. Martinez.  Her aunt and her aunts mother waited in the car while we looked at a few things in a store.  When we emerged 15 minutes later the car was gone.  We walked around the town square and couldn't find them.  This is when Hna. Martinez & her sister started to freak out that they left and were ready to jump on a bus to go back to San Gil.  I tried to calm them down and suggest it would be a really bad idea to just assume they left and that we should call their aunt.  Beyond my understanding, they didn't have her number!  I suggest that we call another family member to obtain it.  After much coaxing they did so.  Right as they called the other family member the aunt and her mom roll up, they were just touring the town.

When we got back to the hotel that night I was super tired and got ready for bed.  Just as I was about to climb in bed I noticed Lindi at the door with her purse and room key.  I asked where she was going & she said she was going to Parque el Gallineral (a national park that was around the corner from our hotel).  I donned my glasses and flip-flops and off we went.  I wasn't totally sold on the idea cuz I was super tired, then it turned out it was raining...I almost turned back.  We got to the park & the line was crazy long!  (again I almost turned around).  Obviously we weren't going in, but they said there was a firework show.  I didn't want to wait (I figured it'd be a lame show) but then I got distracted by the town drunk who had a sweet painting he was trying to sell.  I bought it for $25.  As we stood talking about the painting an explosion went off 15 feet from me!  Turned out the better view was from the outside of the park!  I was half impressed with the firework display and half concerned that something else would blow up.  The fireworks didn't go that high and I got hit several times.  The shooting point was only 35 feet or less from some major power lines & directly across the street from 2 gas stations.  The explosions were so big that car alarms for several blocks around were going off.  But it was beautiful!  I had a big grin across my face as the childhood joy of watching things explode in the night sky in brilliant colors & spectacular shapes made me forget everything else.  In the end I wished I had a picture cuz I'm sure my face was priceless, I'm also glad there wasn't a pictures cuz I'm sure I looked like an idiot!  It was an impressive display, but the streets were littered with debris.

When we got back to our hotel room I had a hilarious reminder that I'm in Colombia.  Once we returned to the room the door lock stopped catching to shut.  When the attendant came up to check it out she said it was broken (thanks Sherlock) and told us to push one of the beds against the door to keep it shut and that she'd watch that floors security camera really well.  BAHAHAHAHA!  Classic.

The next day I took a  bus for an hour (wanting to vomit the whole time) to see Cañon Chicamocha.  There is a national park at one spot where you can take a cable car to the other side of the canon.  

I went to the bathroom to find this poster...so disturbing... 

Ok now for the beautiful pictures!  My heart sunk as we drove through the mountains cuz the were in the middle of a cloud.  Naturally the clouds would lift, but we were leaving for Bogotá that day, so I couldn't wait very long.  As I looked over the edge this is what I saw.

I didn't have a choice but to go then, and hope that the clouds lifted on the way back.  (30 mins from one side to the other)  But to my joy the cable car sunk beneath the clouds and I had a great view of the canyon. 

I was surprised by how many little farms there were on the sides of the mountains, and a little annoyed for them that cable cars were built over land I am sure there families have owned for centuries.

Look how cute these cows are!

Looky looky!  There are century plants here!!!

These views made me nostalgic for Anasazi!

So I know I am in Colombia, and that is super sweet...but I was a little sad to miss the AZ state fair cuz I love going with Heidi each year and seeing the prizes she wins for her sweet stuff, and to see the joy and wonder on my nephews face as we go through the park and ride rides, and to spoil him with sweet and return him to his parents...hehe.  But one of my favorite rides since I was a little girl is the long slides!  I was so excited when I saw they had one here!  So of course I had to ride them!

Ok, back in San Gil it appears that their town mascot is a giant ant.  My favorite thing about this particular statue is that it is affixed to a trailer that has then been sunk in mud...I don't think I have words for this.  All I know is that if I lived here I would definitely pull a town prank and move it one day

The painting I bought is of a bridge in the National Park Gallineral.  I visited it and took a few pictures that resemble the painting I bought.  When I bought it I just thought it was a sweet painting, but I didn't know what I'd received.  Apparently, Juan--the town drunk, is famous...they say in the whole world, but I don't believe them, maybe in Colombia, and certainly in San Gil.  As I carried my painting to catch a bus leaving town, everyone in the street stared and many stopped me and exclaimed "You know Juan!"  Turns out all the restaurants in the area have paintings from Juan.  Even in the bus station workers stopped me to hold up my painting so they could admirer it.  Pretty funny.

I love this flower!

Nothing spells fun like taking pictures of yourself...by yourself...right?

Totally lucked out on there being a back seat in the bus so I had somewhere to put my painting!  I thought it was ready to roll, but he had finished it the night I bought it and I was leaving the next day!

Saturday morning I went to the temple and I had the following cool awakening:

"This morning I  was waiting for the bus and I was watching for it down the street.  I wanted to read or study but I felt this compulsion to watch & wait for the bus.  I thought it was strange, but when I looked around everyone was doing the same.  All eyes were fixed in the same direction, all hoping that any second it would appear.  No one was distracted with anything else.  Of course we knew it was coming, we just didn't know when, and all watched for the first sight of it so they would be ready when it came. Then the awakening:  Why don't I watch like this for the Saviors second coming?  Am I drawn with such force to Him that it overrides all my worldly desires and distractions & I wait & watch to ensure I am prepared?  I'm not proposing to be a zealot & go buy a bomb shelter & move away from everyone.  I'm just posing the question, 'are our actions focused on becoming more like Him & bringing overs to Him so we'll all be ready in that great day?'

Well friends, it's been 8 1/2 weeks, and I have 2 1/2 weeks left.  I have loved my time here, but I am for sure ready to come home.  I am trying to stay present and I am working hard at my spanish.  Unfortunately I got sick this weekend, but I am so grateful that this has been the first time and normally in life I don't get sick.  

Best conversation with Carson today on skype!  He always asks me where my gun and sword are, then if I've killed all the monsters yet.  Today part of our conversation went like this:

Me: "Carson, I think I'll be done in about 2 1/2 weeks and then I'll come home and see you!"

Carson: "Great!  As soon as you are done killing the monsters get on a plane and fly to your house."

Me: "Ok baby, I will!"

Carson: "And then I'll come to your house in 5 weeks!"

Me: "Great idea!  I'll be home for Christmas."

Carson: (eyes widened, and mouth opened in excitement): "I'M SO HAPPY!!!  MOM, MOM!  SAM IS GOING TO BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS I AM SO HAPPY!!!"

It pretty well melted my little heart!  I am SOOOOO excited to see that little boy!

Less then 4 weeks left, crunch time!

This week was definitely more eventful!  Kicked off with a holiday I was set up for success.

It has becoming somewhat of the joke to tease me about my boyfriends here or in the states.  On Monday the family had some friends over to eat and play games.  A very lovely couple; by the end all were laughing and teasing each other.  Of course the topic of marriage comes up and Presidente & Hna. Martinez express their concern that Jhonatan doesn't have a girlfriend.  I responded "But he's only 21!"  His mom replied that he's 22 (which is not true, his birthday is at the end of December) and 'she knows a guy who is 32 and unmarried'.  On and on the conversation went and finally I laughed and said "I wonder what my parents say about me! Bahaha, they've probably given up hope!"

Don't worry folks, I haven't given up hope.  I really don't think 26 is that old, and it probably will happen some day.  But it did make me laugh to hear the concern of parents for a 21-year-old not taking dating seriously enough.

Speaking of love, that night I received a message on Facebook from Manuel with sentiment that I did not return.  It was epistle number one of the week, in which I learned first hand how cheesy latinos are in their romantic endeavors.  (oh, and included a youtube link to "Smile" by Uncle Kracker)

Tuesday was the great and tragic day of the presidential election!  Scanning and e-mailing my ballot didn't include being a proud recipient of a "I voted today!" sticker, but I still felt warm and fuzzy in my heart.  I was so nervous I went running for a little while!  As I eagerly searched for the best online source to keep me posted I settled on two sites, and my excitement dissipated as the numbers rolled in.

I woke up Wednesday morning to the sad recollection that Obama is still the president of our country.  I got dressed and heading to the temple solo (normally I go on Tuesdays with Hna. Martinez, but on account of the election I decided to wait a day).  On the way I remembered we are supposed to pray for our enemies, so I prayed for him.  I have to admit that made me feel much less dooms day-ish.  I had a wonderful session and when I went to the celestial room I had some quality Sam-God time.  I even thought of my motto, I wasn't looking to make one up, but it just came to me.  Certainly it is not a new concept, but it's one that chose me and I felt it deep in my heart that it is what I need to focus my life on:

Faith in Jesus Christ,

Hope in OUR future,

&

Charity to all men.

I like it cuz it's reminds me what my faith is in, so I don't look to any other source.  And also that there is hope in the future (and 'our' reminds me not to be selfish and have everything be able 'me').  And Charity isn't a pick and choose who I like game, but it is for everyone. The sun raises on the just & the unjust alike.

An exciting improvement this week was being able to wake up and emmediately speak spanish!

Thursday was my "4 weeks left" mark!  So crazy it's been 7 weeks!  I have been waiting for the missionaries to call me, and it finally happened Thursday!  We had some sweet experiences, and it was cool to share my experiences with the scriptures in another language.

They called again for splits on Friday, and I happily accepted.  I got to help teach a really awesome couple who are getting married soon so they can get baptized.  It was cool to watch them learn the gospel and help in the process of teaching.  We also spoke with a less active recent convert and I was grateful for my parents example to me throughout my life and got to express to her the legacy she might leave for her daughters.

When we returned to my house we were all chatting in the living room when the phone rang.  Hna. Martínez was busy and asked me to answer.  The following occurred:

Me: "Alo?"

nothing

Me: "Alo?"

nothing

(just incase)

Me: "Alo?"

and then a super soft voice, which sounded to be a recorded message

(so naturally I hung up, and declared it was a marketing recording)

But the phone rings again:

Me: "Alo?"

nothing

Me: "Alo?"

this time the voice spoke just as soft, but I  felt I should give the phone to someone else, just incase I was wrong out the recorded marketing thought.  At first the Sister thought the same thing, but then quickly handed the phone to Hna. Martínez who looked someone alarmed as she spoke.  Just then  Presidente came to the door and she quickly passed the phone off to him.

Turns out it was the secretary of the Area Seventy that I HUNG UP ON!!!!!!

All Friday nights there is an institute dance class, but this was the first night I got to go.  I learned some sweet new salsa moves!  On the bus ride home Andrés was picking my brain over different slang words that he has heard in english songs.  I learned a couple of new words myself, like "nachas"--which means butt...ironically I'd been wondering for a while what that word was.  The best part of the night was after I had repeatedly told Andrés that "a$$" is a bad word and to use "butt", he was trying to practice the pronunciation of some other words, in frustration he declared: "I like a$$, it's so much easier to say!  A$$, A$$, A$$!!!!"  I about fell out of my seat laughing.

Before I go onto the weekend, some photos: 

This is probably one of the worst photos I've seen of a group of people...and Jhonatan put it on facebook, THANKS!  This represents 5 hours of dancing and really tired friends.

This might look like a regular plate of food...I invite you to look again.  That my dear friends is only a QUARTER of an avocado! (I think I'm in love!!!)

This might come as a shock to some: but I haven't boughten any candy here yet.  So Friday night as we were walking home I got the urge and splurged so I have a supply for when I get tired in church!

(Andrés recommended these 3 as the top delicious candies...the US definitely wins in this department.)

Back to the boy: A day or so after receiving my epistle I replied with a short response, which contained 3 different statements of only being interested in friendship with him.  He still had not responded on Friday, and being that we had made plans the week before for the next day and my last response was debatably harsh, I wrote him again explaining my position a little more clear and also that I would not be offended if he didn't want to go to the Salt Cathedral.  He wrote back and expressed that he still wanted to go.  I falsely assumed that because I had told him I wasn't interested in him romantically that this changed the before stated date to the Salt Cathedral to a simple outing with a friend.  He paid for my bus ride there (to Zipaquiera, a city about an hour and a half away), for my entrance into the cathedral, train ride, lunch, and bus ride back.  Of course I protested every time and tried to pay, but he always refused and won paying because he speaks better spanish then I do.  He even tried to pay when I went to the bathroom!  (luckily I was faster at getting my coins out).

At the entrance of the cathedral I noticed the miners here have unusually long right arms...I suppose it is easy to mine with this extended reach...

 The cathedral is an extensive underground church with many rooms that are significant for the catholic faith.  It was pretty cool, but my favorite part is what appears to be the tree of life, carved in this wall of salt.

Look closely, the detail is incredible!  I wish there was a better picture, cuz these just don't do it justice!

This is the only photo I've ever taken with a naked man...but it was a sweet representation of the creation of Adam.

This is me on the train tour of the beautiful town of Zipaquiera.

I was pleasantly surprised when I got my plate of food for lunch, unlike all other meat here, this was perfectly undercooked!  As I ate I had only a seconds pause about the parasites I might get from eating this, but continued...so worth any parasite I might get! DELICIOUS!!!

This little whicker rocking horse was sweet, I wanted to ride him but figured I'd break it. :(

Hna. Martínez had requested I bring her some of this candy.  I bought some for myself as well and was happily surprised to find it was like a hard cotton candy!  DELICIOUS!  I felt like a little girl at the fair the rest of the day in that town.

I decided I needed at least one photo in front of an old church in Colombia, and this one was sweet!

I don't know who this represents (his tag said "José") but he made me happy, so I gave him a hug and he kissed my hand.  So naturally a picture was in order.

We were walking up to the oldest church in the town when I spied this little gem!  

What a BEAUTIFUL mosaic!

I thought at one point I should start behaving poorly so Manuel would stop liking me.  But I didn't know what to do to be a bad date.  It was clear he didn't listen to a word I had said about not being interested in a relationship with him.  I was careful on spacing, conversation and everything, but this guy wasn't getting it.  He spoke for quite some time how he wants to raise his kids in the US--in Salt Lake City, and even threw out AZ as an option--he looked at me after he said AZ, and I kept a non-responsive face!  OOSH!  He invited me to a really nice dinner for a friends birthday next week, I told him I have an institute class that night (which is true, dance class at the institute Friday nights!)  He invited me to spend the day at an amusement park on Monday (a holiday) I told him I was leaving to go to another town that day (which is true...not important that I don't leave until 9PM).  He offered to accompany me home, I assured him I knew the bus system well and it was not necessary.  He mentioned that one day I would have to come see his house, I thought 'not on your life'.  I went home with the thought, I can't hang out with this kid anymore, he has grand thoughts in his head about us.  Before I could write the e-mail he wrote me one.  Epistle number two, more forward then the first, littered with contradictions of respecting my desire to be friends and declaring some intense feelings towards me.  He asked to come to my ward next Sunday, and also to accompany me to the airport in a month.  And so I wrote my first break up letter in spanish...for a boy I'm not even dating.

On the train ride back to the house there were a lot of couples kissing and making out...and I thought..."I wish I had a boy to kiss!"  But not that bad I guess, cuz it's not happening with Manuel.

It was a joke with the family that I should attach a sad song to my response to him (in mimic of his romantic song to me with his first epistle)...but I'm not that mean.

I can't post without including something about my babies.  This little girl was the first of all the puppies to walk this week!  But they are all walking now.  Man I need a pet when I get home!!!

Ok, there is a pretty funny story I have neglected to tell.  But with the urging of Andrés I will include it this week.  First, my disclaimer: NEVER in my life have I stopped up a toilet!  But the toilet at this house seriously hates me!  My first few weeks were fine, then there was several weeks where my number two's never flushed for me!  (which I could understand if they were big, but they're not!)  Then there was the week of horror, several weeks ago.  One day it clogged all the way to the top of the toilet, and it took Hna. Martinez and I quite a while to fix it.  THEN the next day it flooded the bathroom with my poop water!  SO HORRIBLE!!!!!!!  THEN the next day it filled to the brim again and we couldn't fix it!  So Hna. Martínez said we should leave and go shopping, and shop long enough that María Eugenia would get home and fix it, and even longer to give her time to cool off.  I was horrified by this idea (and also slightly amused); but I didn't have a better idea, so we went.  Talk about a walk of shame when we got back! :(  Then for weeks all has gone well, the toilet has been my friend and flushed every time!  ...until last night, when it wouldn't flush my number two.  So I waited for the tank to fill and flushed again, and again no.  Everyone had gone to bed, but Andrés and I were listening to and downloading music, so he was laughing with me about my bad luck.  While I was waiting for the toilet to fill A THIRD TIME so I could try it again, Presidente left his room for the bathroom.  Andrés and I looked on in horror, and then snickered with nothing else to do!  This is when Andrés insisted that I write about my shame with this toilet.  It is seriously my curse here!

So here is me and the devil!

I love Sunday nights here because it means FHE.  Normally it gets assigned a week out, but last week apparently we forgot to do that.  Not withstanding, we had a sweet FHE.  While we were sitting around  chatting Andrés grabbed Canela and a permanent marker.  At first I told him not to do it, but as I watched him draw a smiley face on top of her head I almost fell off the couch and was crying I was laughing so hard.  Then Andrés, Jhonatan, and I all started teasing about drawing faces on our faces.  It was all fun and games until Jhonatan and I remembered that Hna. Martinez has  black face paint!  Our eyes lit up, but Hna. Martinez objected--reminding us it was the sabboath.  I assured her it was a really good idea for a family home evening activity.  She just shook her head and laughed, but provided the desired paint.  I'm not sure why, but we were the only participants in this activity.  Weird...  

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And for the last funny note:  Andrés is always learning bad slang from me.  NO I don't offer it, he asks me what a word means and I simply explain.  Anyways one term we joke a lot with is "mujers de la noche" (women of the night).  The other day he asked me what the word was in english for that, so I told him 'whore'.  He kept randomly throwing it out as a joke after church and I kept telling him not to say it on Sunday.  At one point he said it and I thought he called me a whore, so I was teasing him for calling me a bad word and he said, "no, tu eres un mujer de la mañana", bahaha!  (Then he came up with mujers de la mediodia!) Tehehe, it cracked me up anyway.  The joke in the family right now is that I am super righteous and perfect, cuz the other weekend when Andrés, Jhonatan, & I stayed up til 2:30AM the dad was teasing me about it the next morning and I joked that I would never stay up that late for no reason, and that I was reading the Bible.  So now anytime I go to my room he says it's to read my Bible.

Well that's all folks!  Hope ya have a great week!