They actually don't speak Spanish in Argentina

They speak Castellano.  But seriously people ask me if I speak Castellano, not Spanish.  Like if I were to say, "No hablo Espanol."  They look at me like "neither do I".  It's funny!

But Argentina is great! I love the food... probably too much. Except they eat everything with mayo. They have mayo on the table like we have salt and pepper.  They honestly mix it into there rice.  I don't know why.  My north American companion does it too. I asked her why and she said she doesn't know why . I will not stoop that low.  So in the morning they eat "gatellos" (crackers).  For lunch they eat some kind of dinner.  The lunches are big but no bigger then our dinners.  Then after the siesta they eat more "gatellos" (cookies this time but the same word) and that is why missionaries get fat. All night every night cookies cookies cookies.  And they aren't even that good!  They also eat "pan" (bread) at every lunch.  I like it though. But honestly I've never had so many cookies and that is saying something. 

So funny story about church. They asked me to bare my testimony and I think I did a pretty good job.  But then after church my companion informed me that I said "I'm so happy to be serving in your mud" instead of "ward" my bad.  Also one lady breast feed her baby on the stand.  That was fun...