I don´'t have alot of time but here it goes. Things are so crazy down here. The day I got here an elder said "Days feel like weeks and weeks feel like hours". So far this has proven to be true, every day feel like two days, but they all kind of mess into one. I go to bed completely exhausted, but it feels super good. You don't have to worry about me starving, the food here is so amazing. It is lots of steak and pot roast and potatoes. Plus at every meal I get bread and olive oil with balsamic vinegar. only the breakfast are not that great. It is always Argentinian cereal which is like cardboard, then sometimes we get some really good homemade rolls or donuts. The reason the food is so good is because there are two chefs that make everything so it is not like cafeteria food. A little about the CCM(MTC) there are currently 27 Americans plus 2 that are already fluent in Spanish so they are with the remaining 30 to 40 Latinos. The Latinos are so amazing. I can't wait till I know more Spanish so I can talk to them. they are so loving and friendly. Btw sorry about the spelling the computer is in espanol and some of the keys are different (ñ).
My teachers are so cool. One just got home from Chile a month ago and our hermana got back like 4 months ago form the Salt Lake temple mission.
Spanish is such a pain. French is turning out to be a blessing as well as a burden. It has taught me to conjugate verbs but I pronounce everything in a french accent and just sound dumb. I said my first pray in Spanish on Sunday I think, it was supper short but the feeling of the Spirit was amazing. On Monday we met with an investigator and had to teach him only in Spanish. It was so hard I didn't really say much. Thankfully my compeñero knows more Spanish then I do. The next day we met with him and were able to teach in English which was really nice. but the next day they shot that down and said we should never speak English again, so we gave a thirty minute lesson on the restoration in Spanish. All I could do was the door approach and then sit their while my comp taught. When he finished i just bore my testimony basically saying I know little Spanish but I know what my comp said is true and that I know that the gospel is true and that Christ is our savior, that god loves you and wants you to be happy. It took pretty much all the Spanish I knew to say that but I think he understood. Anyway my comp is Elder Ben Crawford form Rexburg; he is cool. The rest of my district, which consists of the 7 other guys on the plane ride down here, are so much fun. The only Americans that come here go to Uruguay and come in every 3 weeks and leave every 9. Latinos come in every 3 weeks and leave every 3 weeks.
I love soccer it is so much fun I am getting pretty good playing with the Latinos. Side note: it is sad the temple is under construction so I can not go but we may go to Montevideo. Also I don't know if I said this already in my last letter but the missionary's that were here before us I thought were in their 20's. They acted so much older.
Love Elder Wray
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