The entire city is closed down due to the game yesterday [Chile
vs Argentina in Copa America] so I am writing really fast in the chapel. That’s
what its like in Latin America. Soccer and some random Catholic guy who died a
long time ago is enough to shut down an entire country. It also was really
windy last night, like you-have-never-experienced-anything-like-this wind. I
was honestly nervous for the house but I guess Chileans are used to it and
build their houses accordingly. I literally got knocked over twice as I walked
around the house to tie down our smoke stack.
Mom it is interesting that you could feel your dad in the
temple. Whenever I feel an ancestor near it’s usually Grandpa Bert. I have
never really said anything about it before but he is by far the one I feel the
most.
We had a baptism this week and it was so beautiful. I won’t
be able to send pictures until next week.
I love you so much.
Elder Rich
