Monday, December 29, 2014

Christmas in Argentina (Rhys)

For those of you that don´t remember this little piece of information about Argentina, Christmas doesn´t get celebrated here like it does in. . . well Home Alone or other Christmas movies. Aside from the lack of dumb thugs trying to break into your house (jajajaja, classic) there´s no snow, there are only little tiny christmas trees, and there´s no snow. Even though there´s no snow and the weather is much warmer (supuestamente, i heard from several people that on CHRISTMAS DAY, it was about 120 degrees with 80% humidity. . . oh yeah) one would think that Christmas could still be celebrated the same way, after all, Arizona and California don´t get killer cold weather and they still pull it off. But no, the classic Argentine way of celebrating Christmas is with fireworks. 

But not fireworks as in, "lets all go to a spot and watch a firework show" way. We´re talking fireworks in every single house, on every corner, in every 2 year old's hands. Everyone and everyone´s parents, neighbors, cousins, grandparents, and long lost friends were all selling fireworks since monday last week. So that last minute shopping spree that you usually see on the 24th was also seen here in your friendly neighborhood Argentina, but everyone was rushing to buy as many fireworks as possible, which is a lot. This all happened while Elder Correa and I were heading to Resistencia for a small district activity that turned out to be pretty darn bomb. As a district (us 6 missionaries; Diaz, Ulloa, Allen, Garrard, Correa, and I) we all headed to Walmart (the only one in the entire mission) where we met up with a member and his non-member friend who is investigating the Church, set up boxes with "Él Es La Dádiva" posters on them, and proceeded to sing carols for about an hour to all those who entered and exited Walmart. It was super sick!! We handed out a TON of "Él Es La Dádiva" cards and smiled and waved at lots of people that ignored us, but that happens everyday. The best part was how much the member (Gabriel) and his friend (Brian) enjoyed it. I loved it too. Afterwards, to show our appreciation to Walmart for letting us sing to all their customers, we put away all the carts in their places in the parking lot as Walmart was closing early. Then, we raced back to the pensh before 7:00, our Christmas Curfue (how do you spell curfew/curfue/curfuw???) rushing by people buying a ton of fireworks

That night, I let Elder Correa go to sleep first (after we made a pie) and then I wrapped his presents and put them all under. . . . The Festivus POLE!!!! We may not have a tree, but we have a festivus pole. After going to bed, we were woken up at 12 when all of the previously bought fireworks were shot off. . . and again and again and again. The fie works stopped after about an hour and fifteen minutes, not even kidding.

The next morning, CHristmas(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!), Elder Correa opened his presents and after I got out of the shower, found that he had decided to get me some stuff too and I had to find them (one in the oven and one in my suitcase). I got a DVD (Junto para Siempre) and Elder Correa´s basquetball jacket from Bermejo, Bolivia!!  The rest of the day was filled with trying to talk to Elder Correa´s family (unsuccessfully), eating lunch late, talking to my family late, and trying to talk to ELder Correa´s family (unsuccessfully). So we´re going to get that fixed.

All in all, not a bad christmas. This past Sunday, we got a buttload of rain and we had about 3 families and four missionaries in church. . .

We have transfers this wednesday, I´ll keep you guys informed.

ELder Enright

Me with the festivus pole

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