Flour tortillas and tamales.
Soy màs mexicana que los nopales.
Those that speak Spanish are going to get what I just said. Trust me, it's funny.
I actually ended up learning how to make flour tortillas because at the time I was having a tachycardia attack or something like that and nobody would let me leave the house. So me being all productive suggested that the Hermana should teach me how to make them. I'm an expert now.
Tamales, on the other hand................... Nope. Not an expert. Sorry, ma.
This week was a good week! Jesus Manuel came to church again! This time he didn't go to the other church. He jokingly told our mission president that we had gone and pulled him by his ears out of the other church.... the president laughed, don't worry!
Hey guess what, I'm not trunky or anything, but I have three weeks left. I'm gonna leave Oceanía FULL OF AWESOMENESS. My companion is happy that I'm leaving because she's going to inherit all of my clothes. And my notebooks. And my pens. And my shampoo and conditioner because I'm going to leave it there, heh.
Well, that's all for now folks. I'm gonna go make more tamales.
Love you all!
No pictures because this computer is weird.