In every day, and in every way, I'm getting better and better. (10 points for the quote)

Well here it is, another week in San Juan.

My new companion is Elder Puga, from Lima, Peru. He’s pretty cool. I left Estanzuela and he went in there as a newbie, so we talk about there sometimes.

I really feel like my brain is shot. Or shorted. Something. I had upwards of four sick days this week. Elder Salazar’s bus left at 7 in the morning and I had to wait around for Elder Puga to show up at 1. While waiting I ran into Elder Gardner and his parents as they started out their tour of the mission before going home.

It snowed a little here Wednesday morning. I didn’t see it. But in all the rest of the mission (Mendoza and San Luis) it was snowing legitly.

Elder Puga finally got here and we went to work. Mostly meeting the bishopric. Then Thursday we really started working. Talking with people, that kind of stuff. Then I got this headache at about 5. We kept working. At 8 it got so bad that I felt like I was going to throw up and had the member we were with take us home in his car. Friday I stayed home sick. Saturday I tried to work, but it was all I could do to walk in the streets and had to go home for lunch early and finish the day early. Sunday I went to Church, but didn’t go out the rest of the day. Today I feel better. What a saga. Four days. An eternity for missionaries.

Well, I’ve noticed that I’ve reached the point where life before the mission doesn’t seem real. Life after the mission also does not seem real. It’s a rather interesting sensation. I don’t really know how to describe it. I guess you might call it living in the present. I think mostly it’s that I’ve been gone for over a year, and have about a year left. Nothing seems real. The missionary work doesn’t even seem that real, it’s just what you do.

Pioneer day was… Well, I didn’t even notice it at all. What day of the week was it?

I guess the Church in Argentina is pioneering… um… Strong members. There aren’t very many. The area has a goal of having all the wards in the new Temple District qualify as wards by the opening of the Temple. Can’t really do that without strong members. It’s just too bad that there’s really only one, maybe two, wards in the mission that qualify as wards.

There’s an LDS family that lives at the end of the street? Since when?

Well, that’s all I’ve got for now. This time was longer. Maybe I’ll try rambling my recountings, it seems to fill the page more. And maybe it’s easier to read. Who knows.

Love,
Will