Doubled Up

I didn't have much to report on week five, so I held off till week six.  So far, its been awesome.  During week 5 I realized "HOLY CRAP I ONLY HAVE 6 MORE WEEKS!"  If I thought I was disciplined before, I took it to a whole new level.  It certainly paid off too!  

Two weeks ago, on Sunday, I got asked out on a date.  I accepted but didn't confirm when.  This turned out to be adventageous for me because the next day I got invited to a (church) party by another guy.  Keeping my number one rule in mind (personal safety) I told the first guy, Manuel, that he would need to meet my family I am staying with first, and that I wanted to be back before dark.  He agreed to these terms and said we'd get some ice cream and just walk around.  That same night there was a young single adult dance, so I told him about it and invited him to go (and of course I had Andrés come with!) That Friday afternoon (of the date and dance) I found out it was a costume party, and it only took me a few minutes to rifle through my every day clothes to put together a costume!  

I was an indian of course!

And the children Marie watches happened to have brought me flowers that day, so I made them part of my costume.  (The bands featured here are a wardrobe glitch, but I got them fixed before I went to the party!)

Ice cream was good, but on the way to the dance I was trying not to laugh at some of his questions, including--but not limited to: "What am I looking for in a husband?  How many children I want?  Would I ever live in another country beside the United States?"  As well as informing me multiple times that he has a visa for the U.S. that is good for the next 5 years and he could go "whenever he wants".

So Manuel doesn't have a costume cuz he came straight from work, fine.  Andrés has his costume in a bag, whatever.  Andrés friend meets us, having come straight from work and she is without costume as well.  We show up to the dance and NO ONE ELSE is wearing a costume!  I said "What is this!?  Joke on the gringa?!"  It was actually pretty funny.  Several hours into the dance another girl showed up dressed as a green fair.  I ditched part of my costume, and you could really only tell if you were close to me and saw my face painted (which fortunately was done lightly).  It was pretty hilarious all in all!

Though we had been on a date earlier, I hadn't wanted this to be an extension to the date, so I tried to keep things casual.  Funny thing was he never even danced with me because from the moment the music started I was dancing with other guys, tehehe.  This is us when he took off:

Man they really know how to party here, but I was sad for this!  I left with the sons I live with and their friends at 2:30 IN THE MORNING!  And it still wasn't over!  I was so tired.  As we walked to the closest main street for a cab I wasn't talking too much because it is super hard for me to speak any language when I am tired.  However I got roped into answer some questions and I was trying to figure out the word for "hole", and Andrés offered an option so I took it and added "black" to it.  What he had told me is NOT the word for hole, and when I added black it was a super bad term that I now gather is a super dirty term.  So they have been making fun of me since.

We slept for a few hours at a friends house, and then took the journey home, arriving around 7AM.  When I woke up at noon I confirmed that I am so done with all nighters!!!

That night was stake conference, and it was awesome!  I felt really good about my spanish too because I understood all the talks!!!  So much so that I was even able to take notes!  This was especially exciting because earlier that week I felt discouraged that I was never going to get spanish down.

Some other things from that week:

One of my favorite breakfast soups!  It is so delicious!

 This little guy is for a Christmas tree...but I love him so much I think he's going on my bookshelf.  Aly helped me name him "Mortimer".

Also this week the puppies opened their eyes!!!  I am totally in love with them!

I went from an iPhone to this bad boy!  Here you can receive texts and calls, even if you don't have minutes!  So strange!  But this week I decided to buy minutes...which also can be used for texts...and there is a time limit during which you can use them.  Maybe it's like that in the states and I've just always had a plan...but I was so confused with this bizarre program.

Now for last week.  Here is some more delicious food:

And my favorite study partner:

My spanish took a significant step this week, so I was pretty excited to implement my new found knowledge!  Also I found out the week before that my ballot had been sent the 5th of October, but this week I still hadn't received it.  Getting nervous I e-mailed my state about it and they e-mailed me my ballot!

Manuel invited me to his university on Friday for a "English Day".  I woke up a little late, and reverted back to a poor American habit of breakfast to go:

It was an entertaining day all in all, and I laughed at the stereotypical "english" things they did (including "who wants to be a millionaire?")  And of course their were booths representing various english speaking countries.

(Random side note...none of the public toilets have seats here.  All those years of my mom teaching my to squat in public restrooms has paid off!)

 So, "English Day" kind of turned out to be a sneak, all-day date.  He invited me to lunch and dinner (and dinner turned out to be at a really nice place that the Martinez family has been teasing me about ever since).  At dinner he asked me again "what qualities I am looking for in a husband", "if I have a boyfriend in the U.S."(which is about the 3rd time for that one), and when I spoke of grad-school next fall he asked "if I wanted to get married or not".  All of my answers were honest, but I tried to keep our conversation very friend-based.  I was going to a dance that night at the institute, and he was going to a party for a co-workers birthday.  He took the bus with me an hour out of his way so he would walk with me the 10 minutes from the bus station to the institute.  (I have to note here that I did protest but he wouldn't hear it, and I was grateful not to have to walk the dark streets alone.)  One of my favorite things that he has asked so far is "if I can make cookies" and he was super impressed when I said yes! Bahaha.

I realized the other day that am getting skinner...well, my stomach is flatter at least.  At first I thought it was because I run once or twice a week and have the opportunity to exercise every other day, but after 5 hours of dancing the other night I realized that probably has a lot more to do with it!  So my recommended work out for everyone is to dance all night long!

I really feel like a part of the family.  This weekend I stayed up Friday and Saturday night until 2:30 in the morning talking and cracking up with the sons.  It's so fun to live with a family again!  Wait...I do that with my roommates all the time!  I love the people in my life!

"One of the Least of These"

Last weekend was a whirlwind from the conference, and then Tuesday hit.  It was a dismal day for me or absolutely nothing!  I remained in my pajamas all day, and for the first time here (which I think I did pretty good making it 3 1/2 weeks!) I went crazy in my mind because I have no responsibilities.  I tried to study, but I felt completely worthless.  Apparently the people in Colombia don't like being served and after 3 1/2 weeks of diligent searching for service opportunities I had turned up none!  I felt sorry for myself for a day, and wondered what I was doing with my life.

Wednesday morning I woke up and earnestly prayed for a service opportunity.  The following is a journal excerpt:

           "This morning I prayer fervently for an opportunity to serve.  I listened to Elder Holland’s conference address and it’s inspiration to be a disciple of Christ made me feel like I was running against a wall, I didn’t know where to serve in this country so foreign to me.  As I went to the grocery store with Hermana Martinez I expressed my feelings of being lost without a responsibility, but she just confirmed what everyone else did—that there wasn’t a place right now for me to serve.  My friend, Rachel Sanchez, was talking to me on facebook and when I lamented not having a responsibility she said "Be responsible for relaxing!  Sometimes you have to be responsible for that especially after you've been too responsible!"  Haha.

            After lunch Andrés discovered that one of the 5 puppies wasn’t responding.  At first we thought it was dead, but on closer inspection it was breathing very shallowly and far spaced.  We rushed to warm and revive the little fellow.  He was the smallest of all the puppies and I rubbed him with little response from him.  I place him inside my shirt on my chest, and put my alpaca beanie over his little body, then placed a water bottle with warm water along his back.  After breathing warmth on him for a little while his chest started to rise a little higher.  What followed next was one of the funniest experiences of my life!  Hermana Martinez and Andrés milked the mama dog!  This produced very little milk as she is a small dog, so we used a little cow milk and with some coxing the pup ate a tiny bit.  Next I searched online for what to do and we followed as best we could.  One suggestion was to get puppy powder, but they don’t have that in the little stores close to the house, so Hrm Martinez ran to her sisters house who has a bigger dog that just had puppies and milked her.  This produced much more milk that I was able to get the runt to drink a little more of!  All afternoon was taken to warming, and feeding, and reviving this little guy.  At one point I heard in my mind “In as much as you have done it unto one of the least of these, you have done it unto me.”  I had prayed for an opportunity to serve, I had supposed it’d be another person, but this fragile little pup certainly qualifies as “one of the least of these”.  God works in mysterious ways!"

And that is what I have been doing all week since.  Every 2 hours during the day, and every 3 hours during the night I feed this precious little guy!

It's the one of the bottom right:

This one is the fattest, and I named him Gus Gus like the little fat rat in Cinderella.  

It looks like I am squeezing him, but he is just that skinny :(

Here is a better picture of my cute little guy!  One night at dinner they said I was like his mom and the 16 year old quickly corrected "More like GRANDMA!" Bahaha!  So this is my grandson.  To keep the theme of Cinderella Anrés named him "Ceniciento" (Cinderello).

Unfortunately his is not a fairytale with a happy ending on earth.  One week after he was born, this little guy died tonight.  I am sad, but like I told Andrés "Heaven is way better then here!"  We did all we could do, and we loved him when he was with us.

Sorry to start out on a sad note, but the majority of my week was studying and caring for Ceniciento.  For a while he was really improving, but by yesterday I was pretty sure he wasn't going to make it.  It was a sweet opportunity to take care of him.  If you know me at all you know I have a super soft heart for animals, so I loved every minute of caring for him.

Friday it hit me that I DO have another responsibility!  And that is to study spanish!  There is a time and a season for everything, and right now the more I improve my spanish the more I can improve my service in other areas when I get home.  So I have 7 weeks left and need to get cracking!  So less e-mails, less facebook, less other distractions, it's crack down time!  (And I thought I was studying a lot before).

It's been a pretty chill week other then that.  Here is my first pizza in Colombia!  (If you didn't know pizza is my favorite food.)  My verdict is: mine is better.  They don't really have sauce on their pizza (or at least I didn't see or taste any), but it was alright...probably won't be eating it again.

And to end on a funny note, two things from today: 

        1- I was talking with the older son (who knows a bit of english) and I mentioned something about only knowing 2 other girls in high school with my same name.  One was cool, one was less then that (and then I said I didn't know the word in spanish).  After some guesses and hints, one being "ella era como una mujer de la noche", his face lit up as he said: "OHH!  Como "playa".  I was confused for a second until I said the word out loud in English "beach" and then I laughed SO hard!  

       2- I get asked to pray A LOT here, more then I have in my whole life.  I don't know if they think it's funny to hear the white girl pray or what, but the family, church classes, all the time!  So for F.H.E. tonight I was asked to pray and whenI started to thank Heavenly Father for this day of rest I forgot the word "rest" and after a pause still couldn't produce the word so I said essentially "thank you for this day we don't have to work".  The family is getting pretty good at holding their laughter till after "Amen" but all their faces were red and they busted as soon as the prayer ended.

Sometimes My Life is Just One Big Laugh!

This last week has been one of the funniest weeks I've had in a long time!  (and my life is usually hilarious, so that is saying a lot)  Since you are tuned in, get ready for some good laughs.  First I'll start with the bad: I was pretty excited when I came here on the idea that I wouldn't have to listen to that stupid "Call Me Maybe" song for 2 1/2 months, it took 2 1/2 weeks--but that dream was shattered.  Here are some songs I have been greatly disappointed to hear on the radio and even more horrified that people knew the words:

Katy Perry.

"Here's My Number, So Call Me Maybe" - this is really the one I was sad about.

"What Makes You Beautiful"

The family and I get along great and are always making jokes, but I think I'm well accepted because the other day the parents told me they are all going to cry when I leave (and it's 2 months away).  The youngest son is hilarious and is always teasing me, here is a video of his latest favorite thing to make fun of me for, you'll probably recognize this and most likely you too have mimicked me on this particular laugh of mine (he is sick so it's not quite as good as usual):

Wednesday I was SO hungry for breakfast that I kind of zoned out and was focused on my food.  (Which is featured below.  Side note: when my friends who served in South America told me of dipping bread in hot chocolate for breakfast I vowed to never do such a odd and gross thing...now I do it nearly every morning!)  Anyhow I was eating and trying to hold myself together because I was so hungry.  Hermana Martinez has been telling me about the cheese, then I zoned.  She asked "If it was cold like this in the United States" and I stated "that I didn't know because I had never eaten it before".  To which she and Andrés starting cracking up.  Apparently--without me--the conversation had switched to the weather, in particular, autumn.  We had a good laugh about how I had never eaten autumn before.  This of course is an isolated event, I never tune anyone out and go into auto response...I'm sure I've never done that to anyone in the states. ;)

On the topic of food, here is another typical lunch:

Of course there were some classic mis-speaks this week, but the following is one of my favorites:

Andrés was sick so I gave him some of my DoTerra oils.  He was asking what they were all for and as I was explaining I got to wild orange and said it was my favorite because it "Huele MAL!" (meaning it smells bad) which obviously I didn't mean.  So now when we pass a place that smells bad we always laugh about how happy I am.

Presidente graduated from his Masters program this week, so I bought him a cake and had them write "Happy Graduation Shoulder" on it! (if you don't get this, refer to last weeks post) He thought it was hilarious.

Look at the following two pictures and consider what they have in common:

(I know, you wish your hair could be this styling after 3 days of not being washed.)

(This is a pitcher of water I boiled...)

I have been avoiding showers here because it is SO cold!  Sometimes I wait 2 or 3 days.  And for 3 weeks I haven't shave my legs.  This whole time I have been so confused at the girls who shave their legs!  The water is freezing!  There is only one knob to turn, and every time it's cold water.  Once it was less cold, but mostly always cold.  But this weekend was a 10 stake young single adult conference and there were dances, and swimming and I needed to shave.  I happened to be chatting with my roommate from AZ, who is friends with the family, and told her about how I just heated up water on the stove to shave with.  This is when THREE WEEKS after shower with cold water, I found out THERE IS HOT WATER!  There is a trick you do with the handle and no one told me!  I wasn't mad at all, just SO happy I didn't have to shower for the next 2 months with cold water.  It was probably one of the best showers of my life!

Before I get into the conference, que más?  This week I ran 4 miles for Jamie and by mile 3 I thought "Man, I hope it's the altitude that is making this so hard to breath!"

Thursday was a long, hard day of studying...which entailed listening to popular songs most of the day and writing down vocabulary I didn't know.  haha.  My life is tough right now.

This little girl is the cutest thing ever!  Dana is a girl that Maria watches and we became fast friends.  Every time we have a cake for a celebration she always sneaks frosting before it's time to eat it!  I understand, I was (and sometimes am) that way too.

So there is an alarm in the neighborhood that goes off randomly during the day and night.  I asked about it a week or so ago and they explained it was both for something dangerous or bad (a drunk or druggie in the street) or for something good (like a goal for a soccer game).  I thought it was super weird that it could mean good or bad, 'cause how do you know when it is which!?!  I just let it slide though.  I always thought there was some random place in the street where you turned on the alarm, which I also found confusing, again--I let it slide.  Friday was a big soccer game which Colombia won!  It was a great game, and as we watched the game the answer to my questions came clear:

There is a switch in all houses that turns the alarm on!  I about fell out of my chair laughing as I viewed it being turned on and everyone ran to the porch to yell at the top of their lungs "GOOOOOOOAAAAL!!!!!!!"

Here is a photo of me in front of our chapel.  This whole town is tatted up!

I love looking out the window and looking at the graffiti as we go places!  This week as we were going somewhere I looked at these walls and I felt like it was my home, not a vacation.  I knew where we were and I knew how far we had to go, I felt comfortable with my surroundings!  It was sweet.

Just enjoying a drink on the Transmilenio!

Here is one of my favorite journal entries of the week:

"This morning I had a pretty sweet experience at seminary.  First off it is their school break, and there is still seminary this week.  There are 3 members in the class, one of which doesn't come most of the time.  The other two (Andrés and Stefany) are the only members of the church at their school.  Normally seminary is at 5:30 and the teacher walks to each of the boys houses and then we all walk together to Stefany's house, where seminary is held.  Since it is a vacation week seminary is at 8:30 and we just meet at Stefanys without being picked up.  Today, however, it was a 6 because their teacher had something she needed to go to.  Sometimes the teacher doesn't come because she is a single mom of 4 and sometimes she or her children are sick.  She doesn't have a phone, so they just wait and if she doesn't show then there is no seminary that day.  This morning Andrés and I walked to Stefany's house and arrived at 6.  No teacher.  SO what did this 14 year old girl and 16 year old boy do?  They didn't sit and chat, they didn't lay their heads on the table and fall asleep, and they didn't go home.  They sat and read their scriptures.  So I followed suit.  After 15 minutes they said to each other "She is running late, we better start" so they picked a hymn and we sang, they assigned me to pray, and then Andrés gave a spiritual thought.  Now 6:25, no teacher.  So they said, "well we're supposed to be in Matthew 7" so we started taking turns reading verses in that chapter!  5-10 minutes later their teacher comes.  WHAT INCREDIBLE YOUTH!  Pretty sure in the states if the teacher is 15-30 minutes late you bounce!"

       Ok, the singles conference this weekend was hilarious!  And sometimes frustrating.  It was supposed to start Friday night at 6PM with a formal dinner and dance.  Luckily I found a dress that week that would work.  But Jhonatan said we were meeting some of his friends at their house and then heading over after that.  But we didn't leave our house until 5:30, then it was raining pretty hard and we got stuck for 2 hours in traffic because of the accidents on the road.  We get to his friends house and we are pretty soggy and it was cold.  Then we waited another 2 1/2 hours for his friends girlfriend to get ready.  So we show up right after 10PM (it goes till midnight).  I was surprised to note as I walked in that the food for the buffet was still out with servers at hand.  It was quite the elegant event; the tables had white linen tablecloths and napkins, big bouquets of roses, and full silver wear (including 5 forks).  We get to the dance floor and the first two songs are an oldies swing song (which was hilarious because Jhonatan and his friends were all looking at me and copying my dance moves! Baha!) and then YMCA!  I laughed so hard as they all sang the words to YMCA.  There is the proof that it is a world wide LDS dance song!  After that a meringue song came on and I didn't get asked to dance so I sat down at the table.  A little bored because everyone I knew was dancing I went to go peer at the food before it got put up.  It looked good, and being a little hungry I was served a plate of food.  It was a little weird that there were huge stacks of plates and bowls, but I didn't let that deter me.  I went back to the table, sat down, and started picking at my food when Jhonatan comes over and asks, somewhat surprised, if I'm hungry.  I said that I was a little hungry, and immediately everyone starts pouring into the seats at the tables.  The music stops and a prayer is said.  By this point I was thoroughly confused and asked why they stopped the dance in the middle of it to pray?  This is when I found of that in Colombia you dance first, then you eat!  So here is the white girl with her food as everyone else gets in line to be served!  BAHAHAHA!  All the sudden the odd looks on the servers faces made sense!

       The next morning we had to meet at the temple at 5:30!  (keep in mind the dance ended at midnight and it takes forever here to get places because you take the bus or wait for a taxi)  So we get there and they don't have breakfast or anything for us!  We drive 4 1/2 hours (which was supposed to be a 2-3 hours trip) and arrive at the water park.  Which consists of a bunch of pools that are shallow enough that I can easily stand in all of them with my head above water.  It was an interesting experience because there wasn't a ton to do.  So we ended up doing things like the following video:

---coming soon, I'm waiting for it to be sent to me--

Note the "gorro" on my head.  I was handed it when I got there and I didn't understand why, so I put it in my locker.  They didn't say they were mandatory!  So as soon as I got in the pool I got yelled at.  Haha, apparently they think these little caps keep diseases out of the pool.

       As one point I was sitting under a water mushroom thing and the water was pounding on my shoulders, it felt SO nice.  In that moment I realized I really missed be touched.  From my observations they don't really hug here, just a kiss on the cheek for hello and goodbye.  In that moment I thought "MAN, I REALLY WANT A HUG!" (Which was cool because the next 2 days I got a ton of hugs from people!  Gods love right there!!!)  I met some cool people, and talked a lot with them.  I was happy to make some friends.

       The next day I attended the other ward (because I accidentally slept in) and they were AWESOME!  I was so happy it was testimony meeting, and towards the end I got up and bore my testimony.  The sweetest thing followed!  I went back to my seat (in the middle/backish, on a bench by myself) and this older woman who was sitting in the front got up and came and sat by me!  She gave me a big hug, thanked me for my testimony, informed me that we were going to be friends, and held my hand.  It was so tender.  Tears trickled down my cheeks because I had been praying to make some friends this weekend.  I was so grateful to be loved by someone in the same country as me!  She wrote down her name and number and told me to call her, I am so excited!  After the meeting ended probably 20 different people came up to me and introduced themselves and gave me a hugs.  I LOVE that ward!  I went to sunday school with another sister that fastened herself to me and I understood everything that was being said!  I felt so loved and welcomed I want to go back!  I don't think it would be kosher to switch wards, so I think I am going to attend both because I have fallen in love with that ward!

       When I got home from church my favorite dog, Canela, went into labor and had 5 puppies!  They are so cute!

       Because of this Jhonatan and I were late going to that day of the conference.  We missed the first fireside talk.  But we didn't miss the never ending one!  It was about 4 hours in total and there were 3 different times where everyone was sure it was the end, but NO!  I was ready to poke my eyes out by the end.  At one point I was a little bitter and thought "I NEVER WANT TO ATTEND ANYTHING IN THE CHURCH IN SPANISH AGAIN!"  I was super tired, and really hungry, and I had no idea how long it was going to be when I went into it.  In reality I do enjoy listening in spanish, but I was over this particular fireside or storymonies and never ending Q&A's.  After it ended a guy who was sitting in front of me started talking to me. He asked where I was from and he was surprised that I wasn't from Colombia, success!  He got my number, so that is guy number one with my number here.
       Monday was my favorite day of the whole conference!  It was awesome!  We listened to the Temple President talk (which amounted to "if you want to get into Heaven, get married!"--ok, it wasn't that blunt...but...).  After we had lunch and it was super chill day hanging out with people.  That afternoon/evening was my favorite!  It started with dancing (which I was terrible at at first) and then intermittedly each stake would present a cultural dance from countries in South & Central America.  It was AWESOME!  It was nice too because it gave you a rest from dancing!  I didn't think I would get asked that much, but I got asked to dance for every song!  And equally surprising was that I picked it up pretty fast!  I had a blast!

The stake I am in actually had the US and they danced 3 different styles and killed all of them!  I was really impressed.  The last number was a country dance and after they were done they wanted a picture with the gringa:

These are all co-workers of Jhonatan from MTC down here.  I majorily hung out with them this weekend.  They are all super nice and really funny!  It's hard to pick a favorite among them, but probably the 3rd from the left.  She was really fun to talk with.

       By the end of all this I ended up having more confidence in my spanish because I was able to talk with so many different people, I picked up some sweet latin dancing skills, gave my number to two guys, and made quite a few friends and acquaintances!

Una Semana Difícil Bueno

       This week was not an easy one for me.  Last Sunday night I went to a fireside for the singles of this stake.  President Martinez was the speaker, he is the dad of the family I am staying with and I almost always know what he is saying.  But as I sat and listened to him speak I found that there were many times I didn't know exactly what was being said.  About half way through I was wondering why I was having such a difficult time and all the sudden I remembered my previous stake presidents.  As I remembered their talks I remembered the moments when they would say a word and all the congregation would look at one another because we didn't know what it meant.  When I thought of those moments, and how I've been speaking english for 26 years and I still don't know it all, that's when it hit me--I am going to be studying and speaking spanish for a very long time and even then I will not know it all.  I determined I was ok with this, and moved on to keep learning.  But something else settled deep in my heart that night--no one hear knows me.  They don't understand all I want to say, and I don't understand all they say to me.  And for the first time in a long while I felt very much alone.  The family I am with is wonderful, and kind, and funny.  I enjoy their company very much.  But it takes a lot of time to explain my thoughts, it's not easy like it is with my friends at home, and we don't laugh till our stomachs hurt.  I think Anne of Green Gables coined the term "Bosom Buddies", and I was missing mine.  I missed talking to my friends in english, I missed easy communication.  That night when I knelt to pray I decided to start praying in english again, so at least I could have an easy time talking to God.

       Monday morning I woke up at 5 in the morning for seminary (it hit my that night watch at Anasazi has prepared me for going to seminary again! ha) and I wanted so badly to stay in bed.  I got up we waited for the teacher, but she never came.  Andrés decided he wanted to go to her house, and so I accompanied him.  On the walk over my heart was still weighed with the thought of missing dear friends.  When we arrived he started talking to her about a scripture mastery he had memorized.  As I listened to him I thought "Hey, I should memorize some more scriptures while I'm here, I've got the time!"  And immediately the words from a conference address a couple years ago of Elder Richard G. Scott came into my mind that knowing and memorizing scriptures is like gaining a new life long friend. With that my mind shouted "Great idea!  You need those right now!  Start memorizing today!"  And then the words "Trust in the Lord with all thine heart, and lean not to thine own understanding.  In all thy ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct thee for good."  I got very emotional as I sat there and realized I HAD already memorized many scriptures, and thus I HAD many friends with me.  As more scriptures came to mind I felt overwhelming gratitude that all these years after I had memorized them, here they were when I felt so alone in a country far from home.

       Also on Monday I got to skype for the first time with my nephew!  Which I was very excited about, and the conversation was pretty funny.  His face when he saw me was priceless!  His mouth popped open and he immediately requested that I come to his house.  When I told him I couldn't because I was far, far away he paused, then asked "Oh...were you chased by monsters?"  Hahaha, I replied in the affirmative but that I ran fast like him, and that was satisfactory enough of an answer.  Now when I leave the house Andrés Felipe (the 16 year old) warns me to watch out for monsters!  Another classic thing that happened monday was I wanted to show you guys how they do milk here, so I took a picture at a big store and about 2 minutes later (and several aisles over) a security guard approached me and told me sternly that I couldn't take pictures.  I did what any good gringo would do, I acted like I didn't know what he was saying and muttered some things in sloppy spanish (on purpose of course!)  Here is the fruits of my labor:

All of those are bags of milk!  I saw them in boxes in Mexico, but bags was a new experience for me!

Also in this same store I went to use the bathroom and the first stall I entered didn't have toilet paper (as in the whole toilet paper dispenser) "that's weird" I thought and moved to the next stall...but that one didn't have any either!  Good thing I happened to have in my purse my little package of puppy print, smell good tp.

       Tuesday I got to Skype with some friends and I was so happy.  Man I really give it up to you missionaries, it's tough not having friends who speak your language!  That day Sister Martinez and I went shopping again (I think for the 5th or 6th day in a week and a half) and on the bus ride home I thought "I hope I don't die today or tomorrow because I really don't want to tell God that for my last week on earth I shopped most of the days!"  (Luckily my life has been spared.)  When we got home I was showing my spoils to Andrés & Maria when two men came over.  I asked "Quien hay estos hombros?"  And they laughed and laughed, for two reasons.  I had accidentally called them 'hombros' (meaning shoulders) instead of 'hombres' (meaning men).  Bahaha.  Also you call men in the church "hermanos de la iglesia" (brethren of the church), and 'hombres' is somewhat derogatory.  So all in all it was a ridiculous statement.  So we laughed hard and decided it was our new insult/joke.  And we always so it with cattiness.  I think it's my favorite mis-speak so far!  

This town is tatted up!  But some of it is really beautiful.

This week was my first time doing the wash...I'm a fan of how we roll in the states ;)

Shopping on Friday for a suit for President Martinez brought us to this store with a Harry Potter bathroom!  (I am bent over at the waist.)  I thought it was so funny I had to take a picture.  (and thanks to my dad my eyes are never open!)

Some more of the sweet lunches I enjoy here.  I love cooking, but it's super sweet to have a home cooked meal 3 times a day that I do nothing but show up for (most of the time).

Can you see why I'm a little concerned at getting fat here?  I ran 2 times this week because I ate arepas and drank avena so much!

One of the fruits of my purchases.  I can make boots like these...but for $20 I'm sold!  These are one of my favorite pairs of boots.  I went from 2 pairs of boots in the states, to the proud owner of 6 pairs total.  I think I'm done shopping, it's just that things are SO CRAZY CHEAP here!

       Saturday I was listening to some stories the family were telling and expecting I any moment there would be something I wouldn't understand, but it didn't happen.  I understood them completely!  (Now that is not always the case, but it is happening more and more often.  Pretty sweet!)
       I was super excited for general conference this weekend.  Initially I had intended on watching it in spanish, but after trying that for the relief society broadcast I decided against it.  I was alone in my room when I heard the exciting news about a new temple in AZ!  And I had no one to be shocked with about the new age option for missionaries.  But it was a sweet experience.  President Uchtdorf laid it down like he always does, and single-handedly answered almost all the questions I wrote down.  But as usual it just kept coming.  I loved all of it!  I am so excited to have that counsel right now!  It came at a perfect time to set my sails on where I need to go.  I love that we have a living prophet and apostles that speak to us!
       Tonight they had me in charge of FHE.  Of course the song I choose isn't in spanish, and they don't have any other songs about the prophets that I know.  I gave the lesson and I wasn't so sure that it'd go well so I wrote down my thoughts so I would have all the words set up right, but I put my paper down and started and hardly looked at it.  It turned out well!
       Well turns out I'm the same person speaking english and spanish.  Today the mom and dad were teasing me about how sassy I am.  And we are constantly dishing jokes back and forth.  Well I am setting myself to a new schedule this week.  Hopefully it will help my spanish skyrocket!  Sure miss and love y'all!  I'll write again next week if I'm alive ;)  (I went to the stake center today with the family for conference and watched the morning session with the gringo missionaries...when they found out I was living in Bosa central they all got looks on their faces and said it was dangerous.  I don't believe them, I've been here two weeks and it's been fine!  Don't worry, I am very careful still.)

Mi primera semana en Bogotá, Colombia!

       I have been informed (via my dear friends Allison & Kristin) that is has been two years since I wrote on my blog.  I will try to go back and fill in this gap; I was really busy! (No surprise there.)  But a few months ago I decided it was high time I get my spanish to where it should be and I bought a ticket I've been wanting to buy for years.  Since a week ago Saturday, my life has changed dramatically!  It's kind of sweet having no responsibilities...but it's only been a week, so maybe I'll be going crazy soon; but for now it's "chevere".

Here is an entry in my journal from the first night:

       "I left a spacious 8 bedroom mansion with 12 single roommates and came to a cozy 3 bedroom apartment up a flight of stairs with a warm mother, father, & 3 kids just my age.  I had experienced moments of the occasional slips in vocabulary or grammar, but now it's an exciting moment when I get an occasional full sentence out correctly.  My car at my leisure to 80 cents for bus rides...this is going to be a sweet experience!

       One concern I had was not being able to be funny for a while since I knew my spanish is rough (I know--my concerns are deep and somewhat disconcerting), but this fear was alleviated my very first night.  Though there were a few moments that passed because I was looking up words in the dictionary, I found that I know enough to throw out my typical Sam sass and get laughs from the whole family.  It is a great feeling when you can't even speak the language completely, but the little you know combined with your wit is enough to make the family you just met laugh and laugh.

       Last night as I drove to drop off my car before I went to the airport, it hit me "I'm going to be all alone...I'm not going to know a soul.  My phone is gone and it's just my spunky little self and God..."  Let me tell ya--that thought got me SO excited!  My heart filled with courage and I said out loud "Alright!  It's you and me God.  I'm really doing this, but it's just me and you!"  All the calmness washed away and I was drenched in the most electrifying current of anticipation for a new adventure!"

My sweet new casa:

My cute little room.  It's sweet because it's super easy for me to keep clean!

Andrés Felipe, Maria Eugenia, & myself on the stair with the family dogs.  I normally don't like small dogs, but the one I am holding is pregnant, so she's way chill.  I miss pets!

The Martinez Family:

Me, Jhonatan, Luz Marina, Alfonso, Andrés Felipe, & Maria Eugenia

(This week President Martinez walked in the door one day and called me Samantha Maria.  It stuck and now that is how I introduce myself.)

On Monday Hermana Martinez brought me to a different section of town for a little bit of history, fine dining, and shopping.

This was my first restaurant experience...I was pretty excited!

       Since we're on the topic of food I snapped a couple other pictures.  I have loved everything I have eaten so far.  (Arepas & Avena are my favorite!)

Hermana Martinez is a great cook and breakfast is always hot food because it's so cold in the morning.  (It's usually 46-64 degrees here...that might not seem cold to you, but remember--I'm a pansy.)

After the temple one day we went to Hermana Martinez' uncles home.  His wife gave ma so much food!  It might not look like it, but that is easily 2-3 times more then I eat!  That beautifully formed pile of rice & meat was over 2-3 inches tall.  Before we left she fed us two more times!  (Thankfully they were much smaller portions.)

One of my favorite things here is that everyone I have seen cook (whether they have a lot of money or a little) cook in these tin pitchers: hot chocolate, potatoes, meat, rice...they are sweet!

Day 4 inspired me to write the following:

A COUPLE THINGS I'VE LEARNED:
-In the desert at Anasazi I used rocks for toilet paper, in Colombia my toilet paper smells like flowers because you don't flush it.
-To be dehydrated when I go out.  At Anasazi I was taught to be hydrated ALL the time, and it was ok because the whole world (well with a certain distance from water and camp) was my bathroom.  Here I have to pay to use the bathroom and I get sweet little packets of toilet paper with puppy dog prints that also smell like flowers:

SOMETHING I'LL BE DOING DIFFERENT:
-I might have a new record for not shaving my legs.  I have gone a month before on a dare, I might hit 2 1/2 months while I am here.  I thought I took quick showers before, but I'm mastering the 3-5 min shower (which is not easy with long hair!)

A COUPLE THINGS I NOW UNDERSTAND:
-Why missionaries sometimes have a difficult time when they get home speaking their native language. (I have been trying so hard to think in spanish that by day three each time I wrote my parents I have to go slow because I keep trying to write in spanish).
-Why people wear long underwear.  Living off the Golf of Mexico and in Arizona my whole life I didn't know the joy of long underwear!

I am so grateful for a temple so close to my house in Mesa!  It took us almost 2 hours on a packed bus to get to the temple in Bogotá.  Having learned the ordinances in spanish when I served in the Mesa temple is really paying off here!

Believe it or not my room is always clean...it's amazing what having time can do!  But this little guy is always on my nightstand.  My little luck charm, complements of Miss Aly Herred. (and yes, I know that is spelt wrong, but I like it better that way ;) ) 

This is the street I live on, and this is me running.  I am not in the shape I used to be, but this is my weekly Jog for Jamie in action:

A FEW MORE FUNNY THINGS:
       I  have been here for over a week and I am never offered water.  I knew that water is less commonly drunk in South America, but I didn't know it was NEVER.  For breakfast it is always hot chocolate, for lunch it is fresh pressed juice (which I LOVE), & for dinner it is either juice or soda of some sort...and sometimes hot chocolate.
       I have to make sure I take the right amount because I know I must always clean my plate.  Even though I take smaller portions, I still get fed a lot and so I have been exercising in my room daily so I will still be recognized when I get home and don't get swallowed by SamanthaMaria.  (Today The family put all the food by me and were teasing me to eat more, so I asked them "Why do you not want me to return to the states skinny?!" and they all laughed.  I said it wasn't a laughing matter for me & my future husband, and then we all laughed.)
       Friday was the first time that I didn't clean my plate, for lunch or dinner.  I just can't eat this much!  I don't know how missionaries do it!  I think the reason I couldn't eat all of my lunch was because I had a big plate of food AND a big bowl of lintels!  If only the young walkers on the trail could have seen my face when I saw these lentils!  I was SO excited.  And I gobbled them up; but if you've eaten lentils before then you know how filling they are!

Saturday I went to an institute activity and learned how to salsa dance better.  Here is Andrés and I all dolled up to go.  I am sporting my first pair of skinny jeans.  In a truly girly moment I broke down and bought 2 pairs 'because I needed them to go with my new boots'!

FUNNIEST STORIES OF THE WEEK:
       There have been some pretty funny moments with the family, but one of the best happened Friday morning.  I was talking with Hermana Martinez after breakfast and we were talking about the wash.  I said that I needed to buy some 'calcetines' (socks) because I had only brought two pair.  (It's important to note that I had been here for 7 days by this point.)  The conversation moved on and then got brought back up, and I said I just didn't think about bring more because I don't wear them often in Arizona.  This is when I found out that in Colombia 'celcetas' means underwear and they call socks 'medias'!  So she thought I only had two pairs of underwear, and it had been a week, and I hadn't done my wash yet!  We had a good laugh over that one.
       Tuesday was one of the best moments I've had of saying the wrong thing.  President Martinez asked me to pray (which I had done with the family several times already)--very basic prayers, but they work.  Well this time I was giving thanks for the safety we had that day, for the gospel, & for the food.  I went to bless the food...but I could not remember the word "bless, so I said "por favor puede que este comida que esta bien"--which is a very crude way of saying "please you(God) could that this food to be ok."  I said it fast because I didn't want to wait to think of the correct way to say it.  So I ended the prayer and President Martinez bursts out laughing and says "bendice" (the word 'bless'). We all had a hard laugh over my sad attempt to bless the food.  It was particularly funny because that day they had all been commenting on my spanish having improved greatly since I got here.

       I have already learned so much and I am loving my experience!  The family is so kind and very funny; it's been a pleasure living with them.  We'll see how busy I get, but I'm really trying to keep things chill so there should be a post each week.