Thinking in Spanish

Hi, fambly,
First things first. I am so happy to hear that my taxes are okay. I hadn´t exactly been worrying about it, but it was in the back of my mind (anything less than death in the family is a little … distant, here). It´s also a relief to have better plan for the Mother’s Day phone call, although I have no idea what time I´m going to call.
There´s another problem with my call home, as well. I don´t speak English anymore. I was in a companion exchange on Friday and we contacted a man and woman sitting in their yard. My comp-for-the-day, Elder Ellis, from Ecuador, tried to contact them, and the woman said she didn´t understand Spanish, but in Spanish with a perfect accent. I doubted her sincerity and asked, in English, where she was from. Turns out she really doesn´t speak perfect Spanish, and she´s from New York, visiting with her husband, a native Colombian who moved to the States years ago to study and work. I tried to talk with them in English and invite them to talk with missionaries in New York when they go home, but I couldn´t. I can´t speak English fluently enough to communicate about the Church. I read, write (including notes for emails home), think, speak, and dream (only about half the time, for dreaming, still) in Spanish.
Regarding the Facebook thing,  Parts of Colombia are breathtaking. From El Castillo De San Felipe, looking out over the Ocean (Í´d like to visit that with Grandpa), or traveling by land from Barranquilla to Cartagena, or looking out over the ocean and richer parts of the city from the second story apartment of the Suarez family (investigators).
There are also parts that aren´t so pretty, where the people are, of course, but they´re mostly friendly. It´s interesting that I´ve seen so little violence. People say that Colombia is really violent, and I´m not teaching in the richer parts very much, but I´ve only seen one fight (two drunks yelling and throwing things. Nobody got hurt) and saw people running to watch another (everybody wants to see a fight, here. It´s even better than gringos). The police presence has power and authority, too.

We were reading the missionary handbook a few days ago in English and didn´t understand perfectly. We had to switch to Spanish to understand. And when I tried to write missionary handbook, I had to ask Elder Jenson how to say it in English.

I was reading in the Book of Mormon while Elder Jenson wrote to his family and thinking about your letter (I printed it off to read while he wrote) and noticed something interesting. Alma the Elder converted to the gospel in the year 148, B.C. and was called immediately as a prophet. His son was a prophet, grandson, etc. All-in-all, his descendants were prophets for 469 years, until Ammaron hid the plates and entrusted them to Momon. Families can be very powerful to change to lives of the people in them. The influence of a change in the family can lead to righteousness to the umpteenth generation.
Anyway, Mom´ll like that.
I support what she said about the people we meet on the mission. The members will follow our example because we´re the Americans and they think we know everything. They´ll figure us out eventually, though.
Anyway, this is a huge letter and I´m out of time.
Chao,
Elder Belú
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