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Friday, December 5, 2014
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Peruvian Houses
In Las Flores I had some of my best mission friends. Las Flores was an area in Lima Peru. In our mission due to safety all the gringos had to have a Latino companion. Don't get me wrong I loved all of my companions, but living with someone from a different country that doesn't speak your native language it can get tiring. This area that I was in was so awesome because I had so many friends in it. Not only Latino friends but Gringo friends as well. We all decided that we were going to have some big service project every friday before lunch. One such project took us many weeks.
In Peru they will just dig a whole into a rocky mountain and build a home in it. You may ask from the picture, "How do they get concrete up there?" Well, I'll tell you, they find missionaries who are willing to haul it up a 300 yard staircase. We were always willing do service like that.
It was the most hilarious thing hauling all of that sand up there with those friends. So many of them complained, and I'm not sure why but the way they complained made me laugh. Elder Memmott was always the most funny when it came to complaining. He would always talk about how after all of that hard work he was going to get a crappy lunch. Sometimes the lunches were pretty bad, cow stomach was never my favorite thing to eat after hauling a bunch of sand up a mountain either.Although some of the service projects were really hard we had so much fun doing them. I can remember accidentally poring the sand from the meshy bags onto my friend and just laughing. Of course he wasn't laughing in the moment, but I was.
It was the most hilarious thing hauling all of that sand up there with those friends. So many of them complained, and I'm not sure why but the way they complained made me laugh. Elder Memmott was always the most funny when it came to complaining. He would always talk about how after all of that hard work he was going to get a crappy lunch. Sometimes the lunches were pretty bad, cow stomach was never my favorite thing to eat after hauling a bunch of sand up a mountain either.Although some of the service projects were really hard we had so much fun doing them. I can remember accidentally poring the sand from the meshy bags onto my friend and just laughing. Of course he wasn't laughing in the moment, but I was.
Havasupai
When we got there it was two in the morning, but when you get there you aren't quite on the reservation yet. You have to hike in ten miles. So that's what we did after driving almost twelve hours. It was one of the most awful hikes, but when we got there with all of our packs and such it was a blast. We would go hike to all of the different water falls, but my brother and friends and I would do it a little differently. When we hiked, we would basically river hike down the river. This was the best part of the whole trip. We would come to certain rocks during the river hike and do some flips off of them and things. If I can just give you a quick visual of what we looked like. We had on our bucket hats, with our camel backs with some water shoes. There were times when we would be fully submerged in the water with all of our clothing on during the river hike.
Before you would get to the place where you could pitch your tent, you had to pass the indian village. As I observed them I don't think they liked living on that reservation. They all seemed so depressed and by the way it seemed like I was in third world territory. It was very dirty, no plumbing no nothing. Although there were little houses that looked nice to live in, but it was definitely a village. When I smile at someone I usually get a smile back, in fact I expect a smile back. During my time in the village I would try to talk with people or just smile at them and I got nothing in return. We didn't hang around the village all that much, we just played all day hiking in and out of water falls.
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Ouch and Yikes
The other day I got this photo. The first words that come to mind when I saw this was, well I actually laughed first. Then I wondered how in the world it had happened. She told me that she tripped while she was curling her eyelashes and ripped half of them out. I saw her later that day and I had to give her a little smirk and she asked how bad it looked. It did look bad… But it was probably because I was looking for it. I immediately went searching the internet on how to grow eyelashes to see if we could help her out. Turns out she was doing all of those things, like not using certain mascara, to use vaseline when taking make up off and all that stuff I have no idea about. There was something she wasn't or hadn't used. It was call Latisse. It was some expensive solution that you put on your eye lid to help them eyelashes grow. She has been using the solution for a month now and has made good progress. Poor girl I thought to myself. Isn't having luscious eyelashes one of the most important things for girls to have on their face? Anyway she has been a trooper through the whole thing. She acted very confident through it all and didn't make it seem like it was a big deal, even though it was for her.
When bad things happen in life I guess you just have to stay confident through it to stay a stay a happy camper.
When bad things happen in life I guess you just have to stay confident through it to stay a stay a happy camper.
"What the Heck"
My grandpa has always taken us fishing. Fishing is a great thing to do with a grandpa. All grandpas like to teach their grandchildren how to fish. When fishing with grandpa we do it on a boat, his boat that is a totally ghetto boat. We put down riggers in the water to gauge the depth that we want with three other poles trolling the back of the boat. There is a total of five poles in the water which means for a lot of catching. In the Soldier Creek reservoir in Utah the fish we catch are good sized rainbow trout and cockney salmon. What my grandpa taught me about cockney salmon is that they have very soft mouths. So if you wrestle with one he will rip the hook out of his mouth. All cockney salmon do is wrestle with you when you're trying to drag them in. To remedy this problem he put elastic rubber bands on the ends of the hooks. A very smart idea to catch the better tasting fish.
When I caught one he said it was too small and that I needed to put it back in the lake. As I was taking the hook out of his mouth I forgot for a second that fish don't breath out of the water. Due to that fact I had the fish out of the water for too long and when I finally got the hook out of his mouth it was too late. The fish was dead. I tried to run the water through the gills, but it didn't swim off, it just turned belly up. When that happened my grandpa got very irritated with me and let out a few curse words. When my grandpa curses at me I've never taken it personally, I just laugh. I like when grandpa is that way with me actually it allows me to have a closer relationship with him.
When I caught one he said it was too small and that I needed to put it back in the lake. As I was taking the hook out of his mouth I forgot for a second that fish don't breath out of the water. Due to that fact I had the fish out of the water for too long and when I finally got the hook out of his mouth it was too late. The fish was dead. I tried to run the water through the gills, but it didn't swim off, it just turned belly up. When that happened my grandpa got very irritated with me and let out a few curse words. When my grandpa curses at me I've never taken it personally, I just laugh. I like when grandpa is that way with me actually it allows me to have a closer relationship with him.
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Mom's back
Guitar at home
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