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| Mexico City Sunrise |
So right now feels like a Saturday morning after a Friday night football game. I'm so sore. Yesterday, we got to play soccer for like 3 hours, and it was basically team USA verses Mexico. All the natives against a bunch of white boys. All of the Mexicans had on their entire uniforms jerseys, cleats, and all. They were way cocky, and thought they were going to destroy us, but we actually had a pretty good team and won like 7-2. All the Mexicans would just go off with all their fancy footwork and crazy moves, so in order to make up for my lack of playing for the past 5 years, I just played way physical, and most of them couldn't take it and shut down. My soccer is all coming back to me, and it's fun when we get to actually nudge shoulders and play rough for once. Today, my legs are way sore and shins kill from being kicked by all the Mexicans with their cleats.
Also, Elder Mecham and I befriended one of the workers, and got him to bring us real live tacos from the city.
The stuff they give us for lunch every day can get real old real fast, and they try to Americanize everything for us, so its not as good as it could be. Anyway, he brought us some, and we'll probably get the runs, but they were totally worth it. I guess I successfully completed a taco deal all in Spanish with a native who doesn't speak any English, so I guess I know enough to get by... and I'm basically a man now- I have to shave like twice a week. It's really annoying.
I heard that Conner Udy is wearing my number 3 this year. It drives me crazy to think about football. Rasten and I sit by each other at the devotionals, and just talk about football and wrestling with this other elder from Arizona, Elder Wright. We all get along really well, and I think he has helped Rasten a lot. But it sucks to think about football.
I saw Alec yesterday when he got here, and talked to him for a while, so that was cool.
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| "Gringo" |
My companion, Elder Banks is from Lovell, Wyoming. He went to a very small school. He only had 20 kids in his graduating class. a lot like Rich High School where Alec went. He didn't play any sports in high, but he was the girls' basketball and volleyball team manager and would iron all of their uniforms before every game, so he comes in really handy when I ask if he can iron my shirts for me. (haha) He has a lot of hunting stories about bears and mountain lions, though, so that's cool. He worked on a ranch, and likes to ride dirt bikes and 4-wheelers, so we have a lot of the same stories that way.
We dont get to go to the temple this week, but I am hoping we do again next week.
Learning Spanish is going fine. As far as all the words go, I know a lot of them pretty well, but for every verb there are six ways of saying it, depending on who youre talking about. Then there are 6 more different ways for each one of those, depending on whether your talking in the present, past, future, infinitive, particíple, commands, questions, and then theres more different endings depending on whether the verb ends in ar, er, or ir and all of that junk, so it's just hard to keep straight which way means what. I don't even know any of that present/past participle stuff in English, so I have no clue what they're talking about when they say how it works in Spanish. Box Elder English teachers didn't teach us much, and Taylor Jones and I just watched the Simpsons every day in Mrs. Thompson's Language Arts class. Anyway, I end up saying almost everything in just the infinitive form, so it probably comes out something like ´to read you tonight Book of Mormon,' so they probably think we're idiots, but it sounds right to us.
Adios!
Elder Parrish
Note from mom: I can't stand bad grammar, so I confess to correcting all of his past/present participles, as well as punctuation, spelling, and other grammar errors. We missionary moms have noticed that these elders write letters like they are texting and don't pay attention to these things at all, but we love the emails and will take them however they come!
