A good week

This week was more normal, but was pretty good. Two of our investigators have baptismal dates which is dope. The majority of our investigators are under the age of 20 which is fun. Our two investigators with baptismal dates are 7 and 18. The one that is 18 has taken English school and knows English so when we taught our lesson with him, I taught in English and my companion taught in Spanish. It was really fun and he is the first person I have extended the baptismal invitation to. The spirit was strong in our lesson. It's amazing what teaching in a language you completely understand can do.

My Spanish is coming along, slowly but surely. My companion said that the other night I was asleep but sitting up in bed and it seemed as if I was talking with someone. The crazy part is that I was talking in Spanish! A person talking to someone in a different language in their dream reminds me way too much of a scene from a horror movie so I don't know if I should be freaked out by this or happy haha. But it's fun being a gringo (someone from the states). All of the little kids love to say hello and bye to me, and love to try to speak in English. Every conversation they ask how I'm doing and how old I am. It is funny.

Shout out to Logan High and USU football for picking up dubs! I miss Logan but Huancayo has some dope things that Logan doesn't. For example almost every street corner has these little pastry shops. You can get way good pastries for super cheap. The other day I got a good size piece of chocolate cake for 1.5 sols which is about 60 cents I think.

There are also some gross foods as well. The grossest thing I had this week was milk straight from the cow. My cook asked if I like milk from a cow. I thought all milk was from a cow, so I said yes. Wrong answer haha. Three mornings in a row we had milk from the cow for breakfast. No amount of sugar or Nesquik powder could make it taste good. But all is well I told her I don't like it so now she gives me the canned milk.

Also in Peru or probably any Latin country, there are a 16,579,631 street dogs. At first I hated all of them because they are ugly and there are a ton of them. But deep down they are really nice dogs. (Well most of them. I've only thrown rocks a couple times and have only been attacked once). I've related this to how God sees us. We are all dirty, crazy, Peruvian street dogs, but God doesn't see us as this. He sees us as the dog we could be with a home and some grooming. Man judges man for what they see now and on a first impression, but God has an eternal perspective and doesn't see us as that. But sadly I'm human and at night times I still believe that every dog is of the devil. Today was my first zone p-day and it was fun to see some of my friends from the CCM. Anyways until next time. I love and miss you all a lot!

Love,

Elder Corbett

1) Pals from district Nefi of the CCM

2) High quality photo of high quality people

3)Selfie game with a statue I found