Saturday, December 21, 2013

It's like an oven

Hey mom,
    yes, it`s really eighty degrees here. It`s like an oven. And the worst part is that it`s a dry heat - and it burns. Everytime that I step outside, a johnny cash song sounds in my head - I fell in to a burning ring of fire. It`s about the same. I hope that I get used to it quickly, or I´m going to die. 
      Congatulate the bride and groom for me please! They just had to wait to get married while I`m in Chile. What great timing they have. 
     I don`t have any other wants for the package. And I would like some money in my account so that I can buy some nice souvenirs and things for myself and for the whole family. Thanks for Everything mom. I love you.

Elder Hjelm

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