"I have to marry an Italian because that´s my destiny."

Hello. This is Elder Alexander. I am writing an email. Would you like to hear it? It is this:

We´ve had a great week, of course. I´m in love with a jungle. Speaking of love, people keep trying to convince me to marry their daughters. To avoid awkwardness, I now just tell everybody I have to marry an Italian because that´s my destiny. And strangely, people seem to accept that. Speaking of awkwardness, the stresses of learning a new culture have manefested themselves in a pimple. Now, I really don´t mind all that much about my appearance, but the problem is this: Yesterday I had to explain to three different people the concept of acne. I´m considering typing up a pamphlet on the subject to give to our investigators. Everyone is just a little worried because it looks like a bug bite and there are diseases going around. But on the bright side, our mango tree in our room is giving fruit and we´ve been feasting on lots of mango. Also, I´ve given away all the peppermint bark and the people think it´s the coolest thing. Also, I´ve stopped accidentally speaking English to our poor investigators. Almost.

 Also, the husband of our pentionista recently discovered that he´s been celebrating his birthday in the wrong month his entire life. I´m still waiting for packages, I believe. I haven´t got the one from Sariah, Grandma, or Kylan yet. I´m feeling much better. I get sick like once a week though, haha. Love you all so much! 

Much love,

Elder Alexander