Alright, it has been a little while since I have been able to write a solid letter because of how crazy it’s been.  But like I have finally found a little time.  Anyways, this week has been amazing.  Some really cool experiences, some trials of faith, and lots of miracles.  Chota is the raddest place on Earth, and it’s even better being here as a missionary.

Visiting Ilda out on her "campo."

Visiting Ilda out on her “campo.”

A cool experience from this week was going out again to visit Sister Ilda in the “palma” (the equivalent to boondocks).  As always, the little combi-bus ride was rough, but we got there all fine, and we received just a little tender mercy… it wasn’t raining.  Rain makes it really hard to get to Ilda’s house.  But yeah, no rain.  When we got there, we asked if we could help her with anything, like washing dishes or something.  When she said yes, the last thing I was expecting was to have to walk her cows and bulls up a mountain to another valley to feed.  These things were huge and dumb and so stubborn.  It was just way fun though, hahaha.  I don’t know how, but Sister Ilda would just walk normal with them and the beasts would follow her.  Mine just wanted to do whatever they wanted to do regardless of my firm encouragements.  Really confusing, LOL. (This must be a parable about parenting.)  Then Ilda served us enough rice, potatoes and cheese to feed all of Chota.  My stomach always gets wrecked after eating with her, but yeah that’s the way it goes.  The raddest part was that she asked us to visit one of her nearest neighbors who was having some trials.  We walked 30 minutes up and over a mountain and finally got to this beautiful little family.  We weren’t there too long with them, but it was just so cool to see Sister Ilda, even in her little “campo”, wanting to share the gospel with those around her.

A beautiful place to live.

A beautiful place to live.

Some other bad things from this week, I saw a pig that legitly look like a bear.  It was so big and so jacked.  I really thought it was a bear for a second, LOL.  Also, we ate Pollo a La Brasa 5 nights in a row this week.  It is so good, the best thing to eat here in Chota cuz there’s not much.  But I’m pretty sure it’s terrible for you, but it’s chill- I’m still skinny.  Also I saw this little car going to Tacobamba, which is 2 hours from Chota, and it had to live sheep like just tied with straps to the roof.  Peru is just so awesome!

But this has really been such a rad week, not only like dragging cows around, but with awesome spiritual experiences.  To start, the branch president’s wife, who isn’t a member came to church this week and we had two incredible lessons with her in her home, which truly is such a miracle.  She has worked the missionaries for years and never had any desire to change or commit to anything.  But these past few weeks, we have seen such a big change in her.  God knows what he wants for her.  We love her so much.

Got the cows back up the mountain.

Got the cows back up the mountain.

Chota is so strange.  With every week, we see so many things get better and better.  We have more and more spiritual lessons, more and more people tell us they have gained testimonies of the Savior’s gospel and we see more and more miracles.  The work here still lacks a lot though.  The members need to come to church and they do not always.  But Heavenly Father knows what he is doing and what he wants from Chota and my companion and I are working how he wants us to, so we are not too worried.  He is in control, hahaha.  Really it is something special.  I love Chota.  I love being a missionary.  I wake up every day just so stoked.  I love how the Gospel of Jesus Christ changes people and mostly how it has changed me.

Seebs till next week, send me Baja Fish Tacos!

Elder Turner

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