As stated in previous emails, the area I serving in right now can be a little rough. We teach a lot in the villa, the equivalent of the ghetto in the U.S. This Tuesday Elder Ryan and I were walking back from a lesson, minding our own business when a skinny chorro decided to try and rob us. It was the middle of the day so we saw him coming from a mile away (possibly a literal statement. Buenos Aires is so flat you can see forever down the street. Only the smoking garbage piles prevent you from seeing to Paraguay). When the chorro got to us, Elder Ryan was using the phone. The chorro attempted to swipe the phone but was rejected by Elder Ryan's meter long arm. Instead of persisting after the phone, the chorro turned to me and gave me a good whack on the head.
That was it. Just one hit and then he left. (Pegar = to hit)
The hit didn't hurt that bad and we had a really successful day with our current investigators. I am happy.
Peruvian Food
One of the greatest advantages of living in the biggest city in South America is that you get to interact with people from everywhere. Everywhere.
This week was very Peruvian. We ate chaufa and cerviche. The cerviche is a bunch of chopped up fish that they "cook" with lemon juice. No stove. No oven. Just lemon juice. Apparently, it kills all the bacteria in the meet. My stomach will tell me if they were telling the truth tonight.
I love you guys! I promise to write about that people we're teaching next week!
Love,
Elder Smith
1. Action shot as we cross the bridge into our area (this area stinks)
2. Elder Ryan y yo
3. yo, Ivan, Ruben, Elder Ryan
4. Cool building from our PDay trip to Capitál
5. me taking my first trip in the subway
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