My last email from San Ramon

This is it, my lovelies. My last email from San Ramon. I don´t know where I´m going, but all the zone leader will tell me is that it´s cold. I´m not excited about leaving this place, and all my great new friends, but in the words of a great band, "white bird must fly, or she will die." I´m excited for the new adventure! My companion reminds me a little of Elijah. He always sings the same part of the same songs over and over again, and not even correctly, because he doesn´t understand English at all. Makes me miss that señorito. That scripture in Plasms you sent me last week was beautiful. It was actually perfect for someone else, and I had the opportunity to share it, so thanks! 

Ward activity! (I got pied in the face. You can see the video when I send the card.)

The English class is actually going great. Last time, I made the class say "Hello, my name is poopy." But I spelled it "Pupi" and they thought it was a name. But the one thing everyone remembers is "I´m sick", and now everyone´s always yelling that they´re sick at me in English. My health is a lot better, and I´m starting to sleep much better at night. I´m taking something called Valeriana. Let me know if it´s going to kill me or not. I´m thinking of buying a knife, because I´m tired of eating chicken and beef with just a fork. Can missionaries carry knives? All is great here, and I love you all so much! 

Much love,

Elder Alexander