Como se dice "Ob Goosht" en Espanol?

So it’s the end of my 4^th day and the emotions kinda hit me. Everyone knows Im a cryer so its amazing I made it this long without getting tooo emotional. Its not my fault! I cant help it! But I will let you guys know I got through most of my day without it, it wasn’t till after a lovely little prayer session at the Temple that I lost my marbles. So I took my second cold shower today and for some reason it felt a lot colder than yesterday. Maybe because I had to wash my hair, which explains the “Au Naturel” all of you were cracking up about on Facebook. I meant the hair on my head people, come on! Anyways, I started off my morning with some errands, still trying to get a phone but I will let you all know once I have it. Im already so busy I barely get a chance to get online. Maybe once in the morning and once at night. Im actually writing this blog as a draft because my host family does not have wireless internet and we have to share a cable and I don’t wanna be hogging it all while Im trying to express what Im going through and my adventures. 
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But after we ran some unsuccessful errands, I went on my first home visit. Its so interesting, the way it works in Panama. You basically just show up outside they’re flat and holler till someone comes opens the gate. Always unannounced unless we plan on it which doesn’t seem to be a part of the culture here, but the people are so warm and welcoming. Its simple, we sit outside the house on some plastic chairs. We’re offered ice tea or water, maybe some dulces if the family is better off. Today we visited one of the members of the LSA of a neighboring community in the same cluster (note: Im serving in an A cluster) It’s quite impressive really, with the little they’re working with…But people are so content with they’re lives it really makes you realize all that you should be thankful for living in the U.S. Anyways, after our first home visit we proceeded to another home to visit a community member. We drove up to the house, and there were chickens and roosters running around on the front lawn. The door was wide open, and there were cats loungin around, drunk from the heat. Yet again, we were offered to take a seat near the door, which let the breeze in. Yo hablo espanol solomente un poquito. So it’s hard for me to communicate, but I do my best and my host helps with the rest. She speaks broken English and served in Haifa for a year a few years back. 
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I should mention, I've been relocated, and I am staying with a host family, they live about 1hr from the Temple and 30 min from the city, but it doesn’t seem like they leave this area except for Universidad. The family Im staying with has un coche (car) but all three members work or are in school or both. So they’re schedules and transportation are a bit crazy but it amazes me how active they are. People generally take taxi’s or buses called Diablo Rojos and they’re basically like a discoteque on wheels! 

a la Noche

a la Manana (p.s. Thats supposed to be Britney Spears)

Anyways after the home visits, we came home to freshen up because my host family and I were going to head back to the Temple to visit the care takers and their family. I should mention people around here, the locals, don’t visit the Temple too often so it’s really a treat for them. After our visit and some prayer time in the Temple, that’s when the emotions hit me. It could be because a youth from the U.S. was also visiting and was telling me its basically “ok” to be overwhelmed and I’d been holding it for so long I kindaaaa started to cry? Ya…I didn’t lose it but it required some hugging and some reassuring words. I smacked myself a bit and got it together. 
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And so we headed back to the burbs. En Panama, the burbs are called “Barrios” aka neighborhoods, but when they talk about it they say they live in a rural area. Which if you ask me, is kinda confusing since what Americans consider rural is like farm land. Back to the barrios we went, off to her grandparents house, not gonna lie, old Panamanians are really cute. As “Martin” would say: “Saaahhhhhnnnn” we visited them for a while and being the “toroffy” person that I am, you’ll basically starve if you keep torofing. So my host mother grabbed me and served me up some food. So here is where the title of this post comes in, it was basically “Ob Goosht” but Panamanian style. Instead of bread, they add rice! Amazing isn’t it!? I told her of the similarity and she laughed and tried to stuff me with more. Ayyyy dios miooo! 
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After some family time and some grub, we packed it into the car and rode off to feast. The community is small, a lot like my own local comunidad. Except no one spoke English and my only solace was the lady of the house who is a Persian local. She spoke Farsi and was incredibly sweet. She had a daughter named Hediyeh too! What are the odds!?! Besides that, the community was incredibly receptive and warm. They were told of my new presence in the community and the purpose I would be serving and together we would move the community and cluster forward. Ahora, Im lounging on the couch while my host family watches Angelina Jolie en Espanol. Que extrano!!!