Peru has been super weird. So far I like the Provo MTC better. They are very different. I'm probably one of the best people here in terms of knowing how to speak Spanish and English, so everyone comes to me with translation advice. My Spanish is nearly fluent. I'm being moved up to a native class in 3 weeks. (They couldn't let me leave early because it would mess up transfers.) Either way, it's fine. Whatever happens happens.
The people here are super funny and almost too nice. They think it's hilarious my last name is Barney. They never stop joking with me about it. They are all so so so small. Here you have an American companion and a Latino companion as well. Elder Chase is my American companion and Elder Huaman is my native companion. Chase is from Scottsdale, AZ, and he is okay. Huaman is super cool though. He's very nice. Elder Sanchez is another native that lives in my room and me and him are really good friends. He is from Trujillo, Peru, so he only speaks Spanish but he is hilarious. He's like 4' 11" and 90 lbs (we measured) and he's always messing with people.
Anyway, the food here is super weird. It's good, but over the top, too. It's like La Carreta on steroids. Everyone in my district has the trots except me (boo ya!) but I'm sure I'll get my turn eventually. My teachers are cool but, again, I'm a victim of translating/re-teaching everything in english because nobody can understand.
I got to go to through the temple here today and it was super cool. Very small though. We got to go through the town and get that experience too. Riding the bus is absolutely crazy.
I stay busy. It's hard to be upset when all you do all day is serve people. No worries. I'm doing good.
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