Hey Dad!
This week started out a little rough because I was way too hard on myself. When I left the MTC I thought I knew everything there was to know about missionary work. But come to find out, I actually knew very little, and I'm definitely still learning. My first day in my area was very interesting. We rode a bus out here from the mission home. When we got here I was expecting to have time to unpack and get situated, but my trainer had me grab my teaching materials and we went straight to a lesson. We taught a lesson to a 16 year old kid named Joao Vitor, and I had absolutely no idea what he was saying. I was able to teach the parts that I was supposed to, but I couldn't respond to his questions because he was using slang and had a completely different accent from the people the people in Sao Paulo. When we got back to our apartment I was pretty frustrated. Then, we had a lunch appointment with a member (lunch is the primary meal here) and she was pretty old. And the old people are nearly impossible to understand because they mumble and use a different dialect. I couldn't understand what she was saying and I was pretty quiet. At one point in the meal she asked me, and I don't know why I understood this part, when I was going home because I can't speak Portuguese. Needless to say, I was pretty frustrated. I was like were my last six weeks in the Sao Paulo MTC for nothing? But the next day, in my personal study, I read a talk by Gordon B. Hinckley about losing yourself in the work. Over the next few days I committed myself to talk to everyone that I came across, which has helped me learn how people speak here and I'm learning so much day by day. I've honestly learned more Portuguese in one week in the field than I did in the MTC, so it's only onward and upward from here!
My area is a very interesting place. Its called Jordao Alto. The living conditions are very poor, but it could be worse. Its made me very, very grateful to have grown up in the place that I did. Its very hot, and I already got a tan line from my garments through my white shirt lol. There's lots of hills (hence the name alto) and we do a lot of walking, but that's okay! It keeps me in good shape. The people are generally very nice and very religious. They love to hear about God and Jesus Christ, so its always easy to make new contacts on the street. As of right now we have 10 investigators, and they keep us very busy. I absolutely love the fact that I continue to grow every day in my ability to serve the people!
My companions name is Elder Villarroel. He's from Bolivia and doesn't speak any English, which is great because I'm always learning new words and bettering my Portuguese. He's an amazing guy. He's probably the hardest working kid I've ever met, which pushes me to work harder and be a better missionary as well. However, I can tell that he's not used to having very much. He only has 4 white shirts and 2 pairs of pants and almost never eats. The only time he eats is when we have appointments with the members, so most days he only has one meal. I always make sure to at least have a little something to eat before we leave the house and I always offer, but he never takes any. He's a great example to me and if he can do the work on an empty stomach, I can do it too.
I love you guys! I hope you have a good week. These pics are from the day before I left the MTC. I will send more next week!
Elder Larkin