First "real" week completed! And it was amazing. My area is called Jatobá and the weather here is HOT. It's pretty much like I poured a bucket of water on my head at all times. But it's not horrible. At night it cools down enough that, with a fan, I can sleep really comfortably. The house we're in is small and dirty (the last missionaries who lived in it were filthy) but its home and I enjoy it. Especially when I compare it to the houses of most of the people in my area.
Speaking of the people here, they are amazing. Everyone is so kind and welcoming. The food is much better than the food at the CTM too. I am always looking forward to lunch with the members. But I do feel like a little child a lot of the time. I can't understand what anyone is saying. The people speak very fast and they have a much different accent than the accent in São Paulo. So I spend most of the day staring blankly at whoever is talking just trying to get an idea of what is being said. I can kind of understand my companion though thankfully. I'm pretty sure the people here only say about half of the word then they just trail off. So not understanding what is being said combined with the fact that I have no idea what i'm really doing in general means I just follow my comp around and shake hands when he does. It's a bit depressing when little children try to talk to me and all I can do is smile and nod. But I'm just praying and working hard- one day it'll be able to understand.
My comp is really awesome! We like a lot of the same stuff so he is easy to get along with. He is 23 years old and was a graphic designer before the mish. He can also understand english which is really helpful. He is a great teacher and I have already learned a lot from him. He said he left a lot of stuff behind to go on a mission so it makes me grateful that I will be able to just continue life like normal when I get back in 2. He also makes me cover half of the topics in each lesson so that I am practicing. It's tough and sometimes embarrasing but I know it's helping. One thing that I have noticed is that when I am bearing my testimony, I can actually speak enough to say what I want. Learning portuguese is important but learning the language of the spirit is more important.
Super glad I have this opportunity to be here. This is some really tough work but I am learning and growing every day. And these people need this gospel. I'll try to send pictures next week- talk to you then. Love you guys.