Hola! I honestly don't even know where to start. What a week it
has been here in Peru. So much has happened. I don't even know if I can
remember all that has happened. I´m so glad I'm done with the MTC. That
was fun and all, but it is so much better here. I miss my district from the MTC
though. We were all super good friends because we had spent so much time
together. Of the 10 of us there are 5 in Bolivia, 3 in Cusco, and 2 in Piura.
It was weird saying goodbye to some of them because I knew I would never see
them again.
Lima, Peru Temple |
Cousins at the Lima, Peru MTC - Elder Baker and Elder Schouten |
Tuesday morning we got to wake up at 4 in the morning and go to
the Lima airport. At the airport, I got McDonalds for breakfast. McDonalds is
the best. I wish they had it here in Piura. Our plane left Lima at 9 am and
arrived here at 10:30. The airport in Piura is tiny-- 1 baggage claim, 1 check-in
desk and 1 bathroom. It is literally so small. After getting all of our bags,
we headed over to the mission home. It is so nice—probably the nicest home in
Piura. Okay, probably not the nicest but it was pretty nice. There we met
President Rowley and his wife. President Rowley is super cool and super nice.
We had our interviews and went over the health, financial and general stuff in
the mission. At about 5 pm we went over to the mission office and hung out
there for a while. The assistants to the president walked us around and showed
us some stuff in Piura. That night I got to sleep in a hotel. There were 18 new
elders and only room for 10 of them in the mission office, so the rest of us
got to go over to the hotel. My companion for the night was Elder Bradshaw. He
was in my district at the MTC so we already knew each other super well. They
brought us pizza from Pizza Hut which was super good and just hung out there
for the rest of the night.
Plane from Lima to Piura |
Wednesday morning we woke up and went to one of the chapels and
had breakfast and had some more instruction with President Rowley. At about
noon we met our companions. My companion is a super cool guy from Chile and he
has 13 months in the field. He was secretary of finances in the office for 3
months and knows his way around Piura. My area is called Lopez Albujar 1. It is
in the middle of Piura. So, after lunch at the chapel, I packed all my
suitcases into a little moto-taxi and we had like a 5 minute drive to our room.
There are literally thousands of these little moto-taxis here |
So, about my room. Mom would definitely refuse to live here. It's
not the United States of America. The one thing that I don't like about it is
that the toilet is super duper dumb. For one, it is right by the shower so it
gets soaked every morning. And number 2 (literally number 2), it doesn't flush.
If you put the toilet paper in the toilet it gets all backed up. Lots of times
it doesn't work even without toilet paper. President knows about it and right
now we are looking for another apartment. The problem is though, that there
aren't many that are in good condition for rent, and most of the ones that are for
rent are either way too expensive or way far away from the pensionista. Oh
well. I guess it’s just another one of the joys of living in South
America. Our pensionista is super nice. She is an older member and cooks
super good food. Every day we have rice and either chicken or beef. It's a
mission rule that we are not allowed to eat any pork or ceviche, which is
definitely something that I'm not going to complain about. She does our laundry
every week, which is really nice. I hate laundry.
Our Room. Yeah, I do sleep under a net. I have gotten like 6 bites here. Not too bad though. Mosquitos are worse in Utah. |
The view from our room |
So I'm sure you want to have an update on how my Spanish is. This
one time on Saturday we knocked on this door and a little boy opened the door
and started talking. He was probably only 2 or 3 years old. When he started
talking to my companion in Spanish and I had literally no clue as to what they
were talking about, was really when I realized how little Spanish I know. A
little tiny kid that is a fraction of my age knows infinitely more Spanish than
I do. I have definitely learned a ton of Spanish while I have been here though.
Every once in a while I can follow parts of a conversation. I can talk with
people if they talk super slow. One thing that is encouraging is when we talk
with members and they always say to me, ¨You know way more than Elder C did
when he came here!¨ Supposedly Elder C was a gringo that was trained here before
I got here and knew no Spanish. In every lesson that my companion teaches, he
always turns to me and makes me teach part of the lesson. I sound stupid the
whole time because I don´t know how to say what I am trying to say, but it is
okay. It's doing things like that that help me get better at talking. In our
apartment, there are 2 other missionaries that are in the other half of our
ward. They are both from Iquitos and I try to talk with all of them as much as
possible. I can't wait until I can say what I want to say, and understand
everything. It will make everything so much easier!
The ward here is super good. There were about 200 members that
attended sacrament meeting yesterday, so it's a super good ward with super
supportive people. Every Saturday they feed us lunch because the pensionista
only does Monday-Friday. The area that I'm in is honestly so poor. There is
like half of the ward that is in niceish houses, and then the other half that
is just a giant block with houses made of plywood and some of them have roofs.
We do most of our teaching there. The people that have the least are always the
ones who are most receptive. It's good. I like the ward here a lot. It's kind
of sad seeing how these people live. Even though our roof in our apartment has
a ton of holes in it, I'm grateful that we have a roof.
Proselyting is going good. We have a few investigators and a
couple that I think will be baptized for sure. Most of them just have to get
married before they can be baptized. We have also been working a lot with less
actives, which has been good. Yesterday for church we had multiple
investigators attend and multiple people that were less active come. On
Friday there was some kind of holiday so teaching was pretty hard. No matter
where you went you could hear the music all around the city. It was so loud the
entire day. And when the sun went down, the music got louder and louder and
everyone kept on getting more and more drunk. We spent most of that day working
with recent converts and less actives. We didn't dare go and try to talk to
people on the streets. Sunday was the same way. Supposedly every Sunday is like
that too which makes proselyting really hard.
Today we went to the city square which was fun. Downtown Piura was
fun. We did all of our grocery shopping at Tottus. All the missionaries in the
city were there doing shopping. It was fun being able to see some of the kids
that I knew in the MTC and being able to talk to people in English. I love
being here in Peru, it is great!
At a museum in Piura Peruvians don't like Chileans - The ships are from each country |
Proselyting to a statue |
My companion and me |
Four people in our apartment |
Yeah I'm being careful about what I'm eating. Luckily I haven't
gotten sick and my body seems to be handling the food well. The one thing that
I buy off of the streets is bread. Almost every day I buy bread from the
panaderia. It is super good and super cheap. Definitely one thing I wish they
had in the states.
Just as you're starting to cool off from the summer heat, just
know that things are just heating up here. Today is still winter and I think
it's like 102,028 degrees.
Peru is definitely nothing like I expected it. I love South
America though. Life here is so different than in the states. I'm learning a
lot. Wish I knew the language though.
Love,
Elder Baker
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