where is the love

apparently i don't write very good emails. Sorry mom, i will try to give you a few more details of my life here in LloLleo (did i really not tell you the name of my new sector? ha, sorry). LloLleo is actually really how i imagined my mission before i got here. it's really hilly. i'm really tired all the time seeing as i haven't walked up a hill in 9 months, but i'm sure i'll get used to it.
today, we found ROOT BEER! happiest day of my life in the mission.
on tuesday hermana conrad (from boise, idaho, my comp in the mtc, has lost 60 pounds in the mission) and i made up a rap for the class we had to give in zone meeting. i think the elders liked it once they got over the shock that the "always serious hermanas" were actually doing something cool/clever.
yesterday i recieved probably the best surprise of my mission. i was sitting at the piano in church when i saw the araya family walk in to sacrament meeting! German came to sunday school with me, and Natacha repremanded a little bit the woman in the ward that doesn't like me ( i had told her about it in a letter). no, she didn't actually say anything mean, she just talked me up to her for like 10 minutes straight about how great i am, please take care of my hija gringa, blah blah blah. irma (the woman that doesn't like me cause i'm gringa) may be pesada, but she's got NOTHING on natacha. (ask scott what pesada means). i was actually more worried about german though, because one time this awful woman that worked in the entrance of an apartment building we always went to in san miguel offended us so bad that i left crying. i mentioned the experience to german later that day and we never saw that woman again.
i'm sorry, that's all the intersting things i can think of. except as i'm writing this email i am watching a sea lion play around in the water. i'm jealous of myself.
i hope everyone is happy and healthy. i sure am.
i love you all infinitely,
love,
kelli jean, hruss.



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