¡Felices Pascuas! Hope it was good for you all, ’cause I had a really good one too! I don’t know why, but this Sunday it just kind of hit home everything Christ did for me when he suffered in the garden of Gethsemane and then was tortured on the cross just so that we could live with our Heavenly Father again. I can’t really explain it, but I know that He did it because He loves us so much. It’s a very special feeling, and it’s even more special now that I’m actually serving a mission as a representative of Him. Makes you think a little bit more, y’know?
This week wasn’t all that interesting for me, but I’ll tell you about it anyway because it’ll kind of give you guys a better idea of the normal mission life and the things we have to worry about when we’re not doing something crazy like eating orange bananas. Yeah, they have orange bananas here! I didn’t know they came in any color except yellow!
Monday started out a little bittersweet because Elder Pastenes finished his mission, so he left and we spent the morning taking photos and helping him pack (And waiting like vultures to claim all the stuff he didn’t want. I scored some sweaters, a towel, a pair of pants, and a jug of chicha morada — a strange drink they make down here out of the juice of purple corn — that had fermented! I don’t really need any of it, but… free stuff is free stuff! (And no, I didn’t drink the chicha!)).
Then he was off to go resume his life while Elder Mayta and I were left to continue the missionary work here… Until I got sick later that night. I don’t really know exactly what I had, but I DO know that my head felt like it wanted to explode all evening and night — it hurt so bad I couldn’t sleep at all — and I must have gotten food poisoning because I threw up about every two hours. I threw up everything I’d eaten Monday around 3:00 AM on Tuesday, and then I kept throwing up until Wednesday, even though I didn’t have anything left to throw up except the water I’d been drinking. The torture finally ended around noon on Wednesday and I just rested until I could leave the house to work on Thursday. On the plus side I think I lost about 5 pounds in a 24-hour period, but they were some of the worst hours of my life, so I don’t recommend that weight-loss process. It’s hard when you can’t eat anything except chicken-foot soup.
Thursday was one of the most stressful mornings of my life because the night before, around 10 PM, our mission president called us to invite us to lunch Thursday — and there was almost no reason for it! He just said he was going to be eating at a nice restaurant in our area and we were invited. Of course we didn’t turn down the offer, but it was really scary because all Thursday morning we were kind of worried we’d done something wrong. I’ve read a quote that describes why pretty well:
“I need to talk to you”: The phrase that makes you remember everything bad you’ve ever done in your life.
But it turns out we really didn’t need to worry, because we went to a really nice restaurant (I ate steak!) and there was no secret motive or something like that. We ate ice cream afterwards, Presidente paid for everything, and we got to work like ususal. So that was both very stressful and a stress reliever!
I wish we could eat more at restaurants because on Friday Elder Mayta REALLY ticked off one of the members in our ward! We ate lunch at her house and she made us a Peruvian dish (that I liked), but it had this strange meat that Elder Mayta couldn’t eat because he thought it was nasty. I’ll admit it was a little tough (turns out it was some sort of animal intestine!), but I ate it just fine. But when Elder Mayta told the sister that he couldn’t eat the meat she got ticked, told him off, and was in a bad mood for the rest of the meal. Even her husband agreed it was a little poorly cooked, but I still think Elder Mayta should have just eaten it because I worry that we’ll suffer her wrath every time we eat at her house now — and we’re going there this Wednesday!
That pretty much sums everything up for this week. I don’t have a whole lot else, but hopefully next week I will!
— Elder Schroeder