Panettone: the (fruit) cake of the devil. Widely discovered throughout South American countries, such as Perù. In some occasions used as a torture instrument on north Americans. Panettone is fed to the north Americans in every place and every moment, until they have no choice but the leave and never return or die a terribly unhealthy death. The day of Christmas, we were fed panettone in almost every meeting. That night, after skype, the mission leader sent us home with a slice of panettone each. Then we had more panettone with dinner and then after breakfast (with panettone) someone gave us a whole panettone, and thus the pattern has continued. But aside from that, things are grand here. My companion knows all the words to Angels and Devils. He has impeccable taste in music. He´s a huge fan of Soda Stereo. Remind me to look them up in two years. I could not get a picture, but there´s this great store sign on one of the little shops here. It´s old and faded, but it reads: “Dental care, laundry, and clothe-mending”. They wash and repair all types of clothes…. And teeth, I guess. But be sure to let Uncle Dan know that I found work for him down here. Or the rest of that side of the family, for that matter. They could have “Haws Dentistry and Spicy Mustard”. Just throwing ideas around, ya know. But I´m loving it here. Just soaking in the beauty. Ill try to attach some pictures.
That´s so cool that dad´s in Japan! How exciting! We vistited all of our families on Christmas and wished them merry Christmases all day. haha. I was wrong about the fireworks. They didn't stop until 4am.
Much love,
Elder Alexander
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