Muy rapidito, my loves. (Because EVERYTHING in Guatemala is "ito" or "ita")

The other day, I had a bag of chicken stomach in my backpack. Because I had been fed it. For lunch. And ended up sneaking most of it into a plastic bag and then sneaking it out of the house in my backpack.  Has anything as disgusting as that ever happened to you? I hope not.

This never fails to amuse me, and I don't know why, because, er, English is different from Spanish, but in Spanish, when you call cats, you say, "Mishmishmish" instead of "Herekittykitty". Also the sounds that animals make are different and that is confusing to me, but c'est la vie.

The other day, we got amazing Peruvian takeout delivered to our house for 17 Quetzales. That's about 2 U.S. dollars. Read it and weep.

I love that tortillar is a verb. "Oh, I can't, I have to tortilla tomorrow." THAT'S A THING PEOPLE SAY.

We usually just say "Buenas" instead of "Buenas tardes" (me especially, because my Gringa accent renders the word "tardes" almost impossible) and people will sometimes respond with "Tardes". "Buenas." "Tardes." It's like playing polite Marco Polo. And since Guatemaltecos consider it to be "Buenas tardes" from 11 to 7, we play Marco Polo a YACHT.

Frosted Flakes here are called "Zucaritas". My companion bought a type called "Choco Zucaritas con (Insert word for Marshmallows here.)". That literally translates to "Little Chocolate Sugars With Marshmallows". #saludable

And I was eating my Trix one morning and she was gloating about her little chocolate sugars, and I went, "Whatever, at least I got a free action figure in my Trix." (which I did. It was glorious.) and she retorted, "Whatever, at least I got free diabetes."

So she's pretty excellent.

The bugs are not as bad as I feared, although last night I saw a spider that was 2 inches in circumference. #NOTIMPRESSED. We get the occasional cockroach in the house, however, and my companion, Hna. Weatherford, is deathly afraid. Our house has two levels - a bathroom and general room downstairs with the sink and fridge and closets, and upstairs, a bedroom. I was in the bedroom the other night and heard a terrific scream from downstairs. I called down, "Cockroach?" and Hermana Weatherford yelled up, "No, just Satan running across the floor!" Yep, that about sums it up.

We have this amazing investigator getting baptized Saturday. She just got married to a member last Friday, is 4 months pregnant, and is pretty much golden in every way and too sweet for words. When we saw her at church on Sunday we said, naturally, "How are you?" and she grinned and said, "I'm happy to be here." And later she joked that her baby was kicking a ton "because he's happy to be here, too!" CUTEST. #idie

Well, loves, that's about it for the week.

Every week gets a little bit easier and I love it a little bit more, and I really am so grateful to be here.

Love,

Hermana Brower