Curses. This keyboard is programmed for Spanish. Therefore, it does not have any of those apostrophe things in between words. Conjuctions, they might be called. It is a bother, so far. I will get used to it, eventually. And, well, that about sums up Argentina. A bit different, adjusting required. Mostly the same keys, some similar placement. But there are different keys, some new, some gone, and different placement. But it really is pretty sweet. The food has been fairly spectacular so far. The chorizo (sausage) is wonderful. The second counselor in the branch presidency invited us over to eat, and coincidence of coincidences, it was an asado (barbecue). I quite enjoyed it. Also tried some intestines, and some kidney there. If you were wondering, of the two the intestines was better. But I would not eat either of them with too much frequency. The spaghetti here tastes good. That is not what it is called, but it is just about the same thing. Also, they eat bread here really similar to french bread. And like those little bolillo rolls we used with French dips. Too much french. They usually put it out with their large lunches. Which brings up another interesting point. The people here will eat a tiny breakfast - like a glass of milk and a little more, maybe. Then a big lunch, large. Then for supper or dinner or whatever it is they will just have a small snack. Some cookies, hot chocolate, something like that. Thing is, the big lunch actually does hold you over pretty well, so a little snack before bed keeps you till morning. So that is one thing about Argentina. Something also interesting. Thursday, I believe, possibly Friday, we were over at the house of a family, teaching a little girl who was going to get baptized. She was 9, so it was in the hands of the missionaries. Her whole family are members, if not the most active. The oldest sister is active. The father wanted to baptize the little girl, but he would not be worthy for a good while, if he did ever get his act straight. So as we were teaching, it was pretty startling when he asked me if I would like to baptize her. ]So we set the date of the baptism, and yesterday I was able to baptize this 9 year old girl, Abril. It was pretty interesting because she only goes a little bit above my waist, height wise. That was cool though. Out of the blue. I am getting by here in Argentina. The Spanish is different, I will have to get used to vos form of speech. They also seem to speak a little faster. I am about eighty percent comprehension. Certain words I still am learning. But onward I forge. My companion is Elder Pulsipher, from California. He has been out a bit under a year, and thankfully understands basically everything, can get all his points across, knows how things go here in Argentina, and is cool. In the Spanish here, he is a capo. A stud, basically. Really helpful. Things are different here. I do not have a ton of time to write, so I will probably will not be able to go through everything. Even then, it is just floating through my head. We do walk a good amount. There are buses, called colectivos, that we ride longer distances. It is not too bad, though. I make through. I am pretty sure this is why families think the English of their missionary is disappearing. Because they have to write like this. It is somewhat hard to write without apostrophes. Especially for possession. Next week I will work through what to write better. This I just kind of threw down as I could. Either way, anyway, you all are great. Also, my MTC comp Elder Nilsen is in my same district here. Pretty sweet. You all are great, again. I will be better next time, promise. Yup. Love you all.
Elder Hansen
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