Proselytizing again in a short-sleeve shirt. Whoo!

I do say, I like being here in Huancayo quite a bit. Proselytizing  again in a short-sleeve shirt. Whoo! The only problem is, I feel as if I´ve forgotten how to socialize with normalish-like persons. After all, the culture is a complete contrast to my previous area. Perhaps I spent a little too long, living in the mountains. More than anything, I love the people here. The members always give us stuff. I have already received two bracelets, a necklace, a bookmark, two pens, two cards, a scroll, stickers, and a beaded key-chain dog named Mantito (little Manti). The town isn´t called Manti. Just the ward. I think it´s a name from the BoM or something. The town is called El Tambo, but El Tambo is already a different ward. Anyway, the primary source of these gifts is a 7-year old girl (who has plans to come to my country and marry Elijah (sorry, Elijah). She turns 8 on Sept. 19, and wants to get baptized on her birthday, but she couldn´t because her father was very against it. He won´t even greet us, let alone talk to us, so we gave his wife (member) a baptismal permission slip and then prayed like crazy all week that he would sign it. In the end, he told her that he "doesn´t approve", but "will sign the permission". I suppose that´s good enough for now. I´ve never seen anyone so excited to get baptized, though. Thanks for all your prayers! The district meetings are Tuesday, it turns out, but everything went great anyways. You´re in my thoughts and prayers and I hope that your days are filled with

Much love,

Elder Alexander

                                Me and my companion. He´s half a year older than me, actually.
                                    Fun fact: my record is 600 steps on this rail without falling.

                                      The pention got us whoppers for dinner the other night!

One Colgate costs six cents more than other Colgate, without reason. Slightly larger Colgate finds this amusing.