Dear Family,
First off, Mom, to answer your questions. I dont really care
where we eat, but I know you dont like questions like that so I will go with
Cafe Rio, get the good old tomatillo dressing running through my veins again.
And as for what you want to serve after the block on Sunday, I dont really have
a preference. What ever is easiest for you. I have been bragging about your
cooking abilities to lots of friends so just work your magic and all will be
happy! About the day I get home. I havent really thought about it. I know.... I
promise I am decisive, but I still havent comprehended that I am actually
coming home. If you have to go to BYU that is more then fine. Just leave the
keys to the car (dont worry, Seth will be driving) the keys to the church, and
money for ice cream. Not sure when you will get back from teaching, but if it
is before sunset I would love to go up the trail by our house and watch the
sunset like old times. Maddy you better be up for a bike ride on the tandem.
And Mom, no one is allowed to go to school.
This week was amazing. I am so incredibly happy. I was able
to go on exchanges with Hna. Rodriguez whom I trained a year ago and it was an
incredible experience. We worked so hard and I thought that being a year apart
would have made our teaching rusty but quite the contrary. It felt like we had
been together the whole time. Lunch came around and they canceled on us and it
felt so normal to be cooking side by side. By that I mean she cooks the food, I
cook dessert, and then I clean everything up. It was so good to see how she has
developed her gifts and how incredible of a missionary she has become. I was
hoping I could end my exchanges on that note but there were some complications
and so it looks like I will have to do at least one this week as well.
I feel like I should say something really profound and
demonstrate all I have learned on my mission this being my last email home and
all, but turns out not too many things have change in the last year or so. I am
still obnoxiously competitive (basketball this morning at 6 was proof). I still
cant speak spanish perfectly, I still have no idea what I want to study, and
even though I have been surrounded and bitten by tick infested dogs for the
last while I still want a giant dog (sorry mom, somethings wont ever change.)
But I guess I have changed a little. And if I haven't
completed changing yet and can at least say that I have learned a lot. My
testimony has been solidified. I have a love of hard work. I understand the
importance of unity. My love for you guys back home has been amplified almost
as much as the love I have for the people here in Argentina. I understand the
importance of personal virtue. I recognize the influence of the Spirit. Have
the faith to act, and the humility to pray.
The mission is incredible. My heart aches at the thought
that I have to leave. On Saturday we got into a taxi with this really creepy
guy and when he asked when we were headed back to the states I just started to
cry. I think I scared him more then he scared us... Menos mal!
I love you all so much! I love Argentina so much! I guess I
will see you guys soon!
The Gospel is true.
Life is Wonderful!
Love,
Hermana Hill
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