A lot has happened and I miss you guys so much. The field is nothing like the MTC and I certainly don't feel safe. Even this computer I am on right now is sketchy.

But first, rewind to the CCM (Lima MTC).

My maestro that I gained favor with Snickers and Twix.

And some pics with me and my homies.

I arrived in Trujillo.

President and Sister Marble

And my companion Elder Contreras

I don't even know my address or where I am at.... this place is nothing like what I thought it was going to be. This place is actually really hard for me. My companion doesn't know any English and I am the only white person here. It actually feels super lonely and I never thought how lonely it would feel to not be able to communicate. Everything is dirty and trash. Everyone´s house is literally a dirt floor. I have been chased by so many dogs and almost hit by motos many times. I can't run when a moto is coming at me because if I do it might swerve the wrong way and hit me and it is so hard to resist running when a moto is coming at you full speed. I understood that when my companion told me not to run out of the way.

I have also been yelled at many times by drunk Peruvians.  Jokes on them because I don't understand a word they say. I thought I would be at least near other missionaries in the same situation, but they split it up by areas and we don't see each other. I can't describe just how 3rd world this is. It looks nothing like the pictures.

Our apartment is a rooftop with a plastic roof. I also have been having terrible diarrhea. I am trying to stay happy and positive, but not gonna lie, this is really hard. I am super homesick. Everyday here is another realization that America really is the best country ever. I do love the people and my companion I just wish I could communicate with them.

My spiritual thought this week is to love one another.  I have been surprised and shocked at the conditions in which some people live, but it's noticeable and better when there's love.