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Hola!

     Man, this week has just flown by. I cant even believe it's time to email again. Our zone leaders and older district leaders left this week for Chile, so now we are the oldest people in charge of all the new missionaries. We got a new district yesterday. It's just so crazy that I'm really only in the MTC for like 10 more days. I feel like I've been here forever but at the same time not long enough. 

     My Spanish is okay. I can usually understand a native conversation if they talk slower, and I can always come up with something to say. I've got a lot of things memorized; it's just really conjugations that I struggle with, especially in full speed Spanish. Pronunciation is also a struggle because you have to get it just right or it means something totally different. Other than those things, which are my goals for this up coming week, I am doing pretty well, way better than I ever thought I would be doing. 

     Really cool experience alert!  This week we started teaching an elder in our district as a investigator. Our first lesson was amazing, and his character's mom had passed away, and we were trying to help him. In perfect sync, my companion whipped out a scripture in Ecclesiastes 3:1, and we read a passage. We were crying and he was crying and the Spirit was so strong. Another time he wanted to stump us with a bunch of hard investigators' questions.  He is pretty fluent in Spanish (his parents are Mexican). He starts throwing out these questions, and pretty soon I am responding to his questions in full Spanish, explaining the subtle difference between the keys and authority of the priesthood and the reason for fasting, all in Spanish. It was really cool.

     Funny story alert! Last Friday,  Hermana W and I changed to go to gym class, which is at 11:45 am and so did the other Hermanas in our zone. We left and did some hardcore exercise. When we come back, there is a huge sign on the door that reads, "You can not enter again until 3 pm because your casa is being fumigated." Our elder's house was fumigated at like 8 am, so they could enter much sooner. We had to go to Reception and get special permission to wear our gym clothes to the commedor (the #1 rule is best dress in the commedor). It was quite the struggle, and to this day people still know us as those girls who wore gym clothes to the commedor. Apparently, we were the first people in the whole existence of the CCM to do this. 

     During gym class, I have been playing basketball, but just shoot around because we aren't allowed to play with the elders and no other hermanas like basketball. But you can only do so much shooting around. I also play ping pong. Oh my goodness, if the gift of tongues is real, the gift of ping pong skills is real. I would just like to say I'm not good at ping pong. Trevor knows I have hardly played the real version ever, but I am so good at ping pong here. Some of the natives call me ping pong hermana. I've played like 10 elders and beat them all. I don't even know what happened. I'm just good at ping pong. It's weird, but fun. 

     Oh. If you want to watch a really good talk, watch Elder Bednar give a talk about the 20 Mark Note. It's amazing! It comes from a talk Elder Packer gave at BYU Idaho called the 20 Mark Note. They are both phenomenal. 

     Thing our still wonderful here. They have their ups and downs, per you puedo hace dificil cosas.

Con amor,

Hermana Nielson

P.S. My camera batteries were dead when I went to download pictures. No new pictures this week.