First up, our flight plans got pushed back a day, so we’re leaving Tuesday. Got a slip to get permission to call you, but you haven’t been home. I figure I might as well use it, bear my testimony to you in Mongolian or something.
Something about the last week is odd, they warned us about it, too. The anticipation is giving us all an itch to act irrationally and stupid (or more than usual 😀 ). My ability to spell in English has gone down the tubes since we started speaking Mongolian. Bah to angithaar anyway, its tenig. We get a 15 hour lay over in Korea. At least it’s not LAX. Should be interesting. The Malagasy elders shipped out, so now we’ve killed off everyone that remembered us from the last 2 1/2 months. It’s kind of funny since the zone leaders are in our rooms. All the zone knows is that we’ve been here forever, we’re partially insane, and we speak a language that makes sounds that for some of them are physically impossible to duplicate. I giggled ix inedtei xumoos.
Speaking of Malagasy and what not, the floor where our classroom resides is odd-ball row. The whole building is Spanish and French, and then one side of the basement is Malagasy, Bahasa, Indonesia, Mongolian, Tongan, Samoan, Fijian, and Haitian Creole. Everyone’s got the attitudes to match. My favorite so far is Elder Salt, a 6 foot 6 350 pound Tongan that can sing and beat box (simultaneously) to just about any hymn. I’ve started hanging around with the Tongans and singing random stuff on Sunday (Figure, why not?).
The boots did get here, and they’re freaking monsters, too. I had my feet in them for about 5 seconds before they started burning up. But if -40 degree weather is a mild winter (Cannon ax said the coldest it got while he was there was -65, one of my companions refuses to believe it, but he refuses to believe a lot of things), I’ll take it. Oh yeah, I don’t have neck gators or gloves. Cannon ax said a big scarf worked as well as anything. Random thing, too. Do you think you could send my Fox racing shirt? I keep ending up needing one more t-shirt than I have.
Oh yeah, I can call from the airport. You and dad can work it out. Just email what to do.
I’ll write a letter that’s more in depth today and send it with some pictures. Buh bye America!