First E-mail from Argentina!!!

So, my first p-day on the mission, myldsmail won´t work. I´ve spent a half hour of my hour trying to get in. Elder Morgan, one of our zone leaders let me use one of his extra addresses.

I´m sad though, because I have so much to write about, but only a few minutes now to do it in. Also, I don´t have anybody elses email so if you could send it to the fam, that would be awesome.  So here is what I was told about emailing friends. If friends want to email me, they should send a short message to you, and then you can forward it onto me, you can scan it as well to make sure that nothing will distract me, like a querido juan, or something like that.

The first week has been crazy, but good. My companion is Elder Beresay from southern Alberta (he thinks he knows Robert Burton, so that´s awesome). He is great, he´s optimistic, he´s a hard worker and he helps me a lot when I´m completely lost in a conversation.

We have two solid investigators, Maria and Jonathan, they´re boyfriend and girlfriend, and they´re awesome. They came to church yesterday and have a lot of questions so we´re going to visit them tomorrow to talk. They are so kind to us, we teach at Maria´s house, (she´s 18 and lives with her family) and she´s always prepared some food for us or something to drink. They´re progressing well and they have a baptismal date for the 21st. YEAH!

A little about Argentina. Our meals are like this: breakfast, something light, cereal, bread or nothing; lunch: An overwealming amount of pasta or rice and meat, with Tomatoes, Fruits, and dinner, cereal otra vez, or nothing. I remember Dad talking about the one meal life in France, now I´m leaving a one meal life in Argentina--all the food for the day in one meal, it´s different, but fun. Also, there is a siesta after lunch. During these couple of hours we don´t prosalyte, but we practice the language, we serve, we plan, or other things like that.

A fun story, yesterday, Elder Beresay and I went to an evengelical church in the evening. We wanted to share our beliefs and testify to this congregation, kind of like Wilfurd Woodruf or the Sons of Mosiah. Elder Beresay asked the Pastora, ¨could we have a little minute to talk and share our beliefs?¨ A resounding no was the answer. We were a little sad, but Elder Beresay said, ¨Maybe they´ll let us sing.¨ We were  given permission to sing. The meeting was loud, all the music and worship was very loud, and we both prayed to be filled with the spirit. It was actually a neat experience, when the meeting was almost over, they turned the time over to us. We sang nearer my god to thee. It was so quiet, so peaceful compared to the guitars and drums, we could hear the crickets outside in the peaceful calm. We left and I learnded once again that the Spirit isn´t in the storm or in the fire, but in a still small voice.

I have to go.

Sincerely,

Elder Reynolds