[Last week there was no letter for "everyone". Just individual ones. Elder Lybbert was feeling pretty homesick and had to work out some issues. This week was Cody getting back up on the horse!]
I'm excited for what's to come! I have a chance now, in a new area, to be a way better missionary. My new area is Derry (Londonderry) in Northern Ireland (Belfast Zone). My companion is the district leader Elder Price. I don't know a whole lot about him yet. Elder Milburn has gone to Limerick, and Dundalk is getting Sisters. Which is gonna be cool. I never actually saw any baptisms in Dundalk, which was not very good, but big whoop. What the diddlewhopper. Obladi-oblada. Hakunamatata. Gabba-gabba-hey!
Wanna hear a funny story? Every transfer (6 month period of service) I eat a whole, raw onion. I don't know why! It's just a stupid tradition. It leaves my breath in poor condition, and my...other functions...function even worse! But I do it anyways. This last time I ate an onion, it was way bigger and way juicier than usual! It hurt so much to eat it! But I did it. I ate the whole dagnab thing. The next morning I realised--and I don't even know how--the onion had, like, burned off my tastebuds. My tongue was smooth. And also very sensitive. Later that day for lunch we got some mexican food for lunch. I got a bowl with lime and cilantro rice, black beans, chorizo sausage, EXTRA chorizo sausage, jalapeno peppers, spicy salsa, sour cream and cheese. It's sooo good! It's what I always get. Only I had forgotten that I couldn't taste at all! So when I started eating it, I was just disappointed. I discovered something else though. I couldn't taste all my delicious food, but I could still somehow feel all of the spicyness of the chorizo, peppers, and salsa. And my mouth was 3x as sensitive as before. So it was thrice as hot (very painful) with none of the flavour. Needless to say, I didn't even finish it. But I didn't want to throw it away; it was almost 10 euros! So I was just holding it while we were contacting. Then there was this lady who (looked Romanian) came up to me trying to sell a magazine, because she needed money to buy food. I told her I had no money to give her, but I had food! So I gave her my expensive, delicious, and very spicy burrito bowl!
That's all I got. This time. I love you all, but you're gonna have to wait 'til 2019 for me to come home again. Ask the Bishop to send me some advice about Derry (Londonderry).
Love y'all!