First
Sunday over in Santa Cruz, and it was good. Walked a good 20-30 mins between
citas all over creation, I feel like we've added the super-extended version of
the "Y Mountain Trail" into the eternal Girl's Camp mix, albeit it's
a few degrees cooler. I think I found a few new muscles that don't get worked
when walking around on flat pavement, so that's quite exciting.
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| "Y" Mountain in Provo, UT (by BYU) |
I am also
officially called "Barbie" by everyone, on account of my whiteness,
and, as usual, there is difficulty in the pronunciation of my last name, but
that's alright. It's funny because you
learn all the gringo missionaries' names how
the people down here say them, gonna be weird if we meet up again after the
mission. "Ey, que tal, Eldeeerrrr...
Coh-meen?" Although we wouldn't say
"Elder" anymore, it would be their first name, and that's even
weirder. Missions mess with your brain, man!
But I also saw 2 little baby cows (I know they're called
calves, but they looked just like little 4 foot tall versions of the mommy
cows, and not like the calves I was used to seeing) as we were hiking around
the Honduran countryside, one was brown and the other black.
Just chilling on
the side of the road (whenever I say road it really means rock trail) and
munching some grasses. We could hear the mom lowing off in the distance. Hay de
todo aqui en Honduras (There
is everything here in Honduras) , horses chilling in the meridian islands in SPS, baby cows
watching ya in Santa Cruz, a whole lot of parrots and birds adding their
sounds, dogs barking AAAAALLLLLL over the place, cats running around, bugs of
all sorts buzzing and chirping and flitting about...it's hard to find a truly
quiet spot. But it's all good. Tomorrow's
Pday! And I'm really tired, goodnight!
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