HERE WE GO WITH THE BELIZE PUNS… for the rest of my
life.
I am in Belize. and I am in love with Belize already. I wish
I could describe it appropriately. But I will never do it justice. Never in 6
billion years. Just satisfy yourselves to know that it is stunning--absolutely
stunning.
When I first found out I was going to Belize...after only
six weeks in El Sal, I was in utter disbelize. (haha sorry that one was sooo
lame). I literally thought the AP (Asst. to the President. This is another young missionary) was lying to me. but then I got a plane
ticket. (for first class btw??? first and last time in my life I will fly first
class. But it was enjoyable)
I was actually really sad to leave my area. I love the Hma's
in my house. I love the crazy neighbors we had. I love the Pupusas and the
orange juice and the Spanish. I love my ward. I
just LOVE IT .
But. Belize. It’s spectacular. It really is. We have a cute
little house which is about 80,000x nicer than my apt in El Sal. When I walked
off the plane it wasn’t one of those big fancy ramps right into the airport, it
was a staircase like the one the Beatles came off of in that one picture that
everybody knows. So I’m coming off the plane like 'HELLO WORLD' and its
tropical and there are Creoles everywhere and they are speaking Creole and I am
just having a genuine ball only walking down the stairs. The majority of my
dreams came true in that moment bc Belize is a combination of the Caribbean, Africa
and Britain, Asia, India. (if you’re confused on why...google Belize. The
diversity here is amazing) Seriously how does it get better?
My new companion is a Latina also. But she speaks English
too which is so nice. Turns out that communication has some real perks.
But before I get too far, I want to share some experiences I
had right before I left. First off. When I got the news I was going to Belize, I
was super pumped to tell Hma Stewart--my bff. (We live in the same apt but she
is in another area). We became very good friends in the past six weeks and she
just came back to El Sal from Belize so I was looking forward to sharing my
news.
Hma Hirschi and Hma Stewart |
Well the Scott Hirschi is my blood demanded that I pull a
fast one before coming outright with the news. So when we were all home that
night together I acted very sad and informed Hma N and S that I had some
news (Hma A was in on this with me). I proceeded to sit down, and maintained a
somber attitude. haha then I started crying (this is a skill I didn’t formerly
know I possessed, but I can cry on demand??) and after a few minutes I told the
sisters that I had to go home. Then I slowly looked up and cried 'PSYCH IM GOING
TO BELIZE!' and at this point I’m pretty happy. But. BUT. Hma Stewart was
crying!! Oops. I got her good guys. I got her good. Probably a little too good
actually!
Then a family in the ward wanted to have a little goodbye
dinner for me before I left. I obliged them and showed up for dinner. There
were about 10 of us enjoying this dinner, when suddenly one of my friends, Samuel,
who is about 25 years old, decides to change the subject of conversation. So he
says to me, I kid you not, 'Hma Hirschi how much do you weigh?' OUT OF THE
BLUE. And I think I stared blankly at him. Then I said, 'Samuel, you just
committed a criminal offense in the United States' and the American sisters
laughed with me, but everyone else was like, 'oh yeah, how much do you weigh??'
And then. AND THEN. They started shouting numbers out, guessing my weight!!! What
sin is this!?!?
After that we had a super interesting conversation about
cultures. Because in the US, you don’t ask a woman that question ever. But in El
Sal, it the topic of dinner conversation. They just don’t really care about
their weight too much. They consider it endearing to call someone
fat...'gordita'. So there is a fun fact for you. Maybe that experience was the
most surprising culture shock so far.
Also... sorry for the organization in this email. Everyone
in Belize speaks English, Spanish, and Creole. Creole is like degenerated English
but it is a legitimized language and I can’t understand them very well. We’ll
see how much I pick up.
I’m excited to be here. It’s raining today and it makes me
miss Seattle. It was so hard to leave El Sal but I also trust that this is
where the Lord wants me and I can’t wait to work with the people. I know this
is the work of the Lord. I saw part of a movie last week on a bus while I was
traveling to San Sal. It was about a man who was trying to save his marriage
and he kept serving his wife in little ways...but whatever he did she rejected.
She wouldn’t take the flowers, drink the coffee he made, or eat the dinner he’d
prepared. So this guy is chatting with his dad about his frustration and he
says, 'how can I love someone who rejects me?'. And the dad is trying to help
his son understand our Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ...and then I got to
thinking... How many people reject the Savior--even after all he has overcome
for us, and still He loves them. With a perfect, unending love. We are so
impatient with people--especially when we try to serve and our efforts go
unnoticed or unappreciated. But I know that I need to remember that it is
possible to love those who reject us. Because the ultimate sacrifice was
rejected--the perfect being who suffered all our pains and sins has been
rejected--and he still loves every single sheep. Every single human being.
It’s unfathomable to me. The more I learn the more I realize
I don’t know. I love being a representative of Christ. Read the scriptures.
john 14:15 yeah?? http://www.lds.org/scriptures/nt/john/14.15?lang=eng
That’s all I have for now. Stay righteous. Here is another Charles
Dickens novel for you all. Thanks for the support and letters. I can’t wait to
share more of Belize. The church is true.
Love always,
SISTER Hirschi
(English!!!!)
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