Rollo Tomasi wrote:That all sounds very similar to my mission experience. We would joke that "all we want is to get home alive." Medical treatment (which was needed frequently for most gringo missionaries) was hit or miss. We were kids trying to take care of ourselves with no "adult" supervision when it came to medical issues. We would never write home about our medical problems, because the MP hated to hear from parents worried about their kids' health. We really were on our own, unless someone was close to death's door which was the only thing that spurred the MP into action (which was usually just sending them home to the States for treatment).
I remember at Thanksgiving, we had a big dinner/party at our house (the office elders' house) in Cochabamba, and the mission president and his wife came. After dinner an Elder Brown got out a guitar and sang "Hotel Cochabamba," which was funny lyrics he had written about our mission set to "Hotel California." But most of the lyrics were about how bad the living conditions were, how sick most of us were, and how, as you put it, we just wanted to get home alive. Needless to say, the mission president was not pleased. If I recall correctly, that Elder Brown was an editorial cartoonist for the DesNews for a while.