Launch me to another part of the jungle; Alden, Keith, Sharon, Marissa letters :-)


a huge mural done on a building where live a bunch of catholic nuns

took photos and ran


This week I am tired. I don’t really know how else to say that in a better or worse way. Tired. Emotionally and mentally, I believe. I don’t understand how Richard and Alden did this for two years when I’ve barely scraped past the year mark. You know what I think it is? I don’t have any investigators that I love like I should. Usually I have those that I’m teaching that I love with a strange, soul deep, heart tearing love, and I just don’t have those right now. Right now I just have closed doors and I’m-busy-right-now investigators. And it’s tough living without people you love at your side. But I suppose that’s the way things go, now and again.

I thoroughly enjoyed an Alden letter, a Keith letter, a Sharon letter, and a Marissa letter, but I think they wrote me this week because I started asking God that more people write me. Blessings I have received this day.

I eat out every month or two. There’s a hamburger place in the center. Melody a year ago thought these hamburgers were quite disgusting. Melody with a year here is delighted by the rare chances that are had to eat this strange, mutated ‘hamburgers.’ There are actually ‘menus,’ as they are called here—fast food—all over the place. But. . . it’s not like over there. It’s like an actual mean that you sit down and eat in the patio of people’s houses. Rice, chicken, maybe some beans, cucumber slices. Small, but a meal. There’s usually some Corazon Serano blasting out of some speakers, and someone drinking somewhere, but this is as close as one gets to fast food. Based on my small stint in Lima and the word of other Peruanos, there is fast food for other parts—Pizza Hut, Taco Bell, things like that—but it’s not gotten to Iquitos yet.

Speaking of Iquitos, I have changes this coming Monday, and it’s almost certain—but not quite—that they’ll be booting me from Iquitos to another part. Pucallpa, Mayobamba, Trapoto. All possibilities. Or perhaps I stay here in Iquitos. I quite like it here, and I’d be okay if I got to stay. It’s become my city just as much as any other place I’ve lived. I know where the plazas are, the center is familiar, the people I see from other wards. I’ll be sad when they launch me to another part of the jungle.

Well. I’ll be seeing you all in another week.

Hna. Compton


one year; Melody’s Taylor Compton face

melody'sTaylorfaceMelody’s Taylor face (older brother)

Hello, Mother and other assorted family members,

I have quite little to tell you about this week. So I’ll start with the crazy.

Yesterday I saw a crazy woman. She was a well dressed lady in her mid forties standing outside her house, door open, calling for her cousin. She kept calling for her cousin to let her in, and, while she stayed in the same space, she was constantly walking in place, yelling gently for her cousin. It was something deeply sad to watch, though I’m not exactly sure why. My companion and I were teaching the people in front of her house across the street, so we always had her in our view. For almost ten minutes, this woman stayed in one place, tapping the window and door, calling her cousin, when a man came out and started grabbing at her arms, pulling her inside, yelling at her. She ran away and wrapped her arms around a post, so the man couldn’t pull her inside, so he left. It was a strange moment of half-violence and confusion. The family we’re teaching told us that she’s a loquita and that sometimes wanders out of her house. The man that came out to drag her in is also crazy, but not her cousin. That it’s a house full of crazy. Then we left. I felt sad. No one else ever came out to help her, so we walked away, leaving the crazy woman still calling for her cousin.

We in Peru haven’t actually seen general conference yet because there were elections this Sunday, and because we are law abiding, and the laws here are strange,  we didn’t have church because to gather in any type of group, political, religious or otherwise was prohibited. So we’ll be seeing it this coming Saturday and Sunday. In the mean time, I’m upset, because conference is our battery recharge every six months, and I don’t know if another five days is to be tolerated. I’m actually quite torn up about this.

Apart from that, taught a really good lesson last night. I’ve clearly gained some unwanted weight, so I’m thinking about, I don’t know, doing something about that. Not sure how. Thinking about touching more trees to see if it helps. (Yes, mom, I’m making a joke.) Apart from that, I’m going to complete a year out here this week.

I’m very saddened that the baby Aurora is to go. I hope I get to see her again.