Que paso? (What’s Up/Happening?) Well first off
this week has been super good! Referring to the title, my companion got
transferred to Matamoros. I stayed in the same area and I met my new
trainer today! His name is Elder Muñoz (see picture).
So far he has been amazing. The first thing we did was clean the whole
house. He is super obedient from what I have noticed. I am super
excited, he told me today that there is no such thing as a bad area.
It’s just the attitude of the missionary. He is so
awesome. He speaks no English which is going to be a struggle, but I am
excited to be able to learn Spanish faster. He is from the state of
Chiapas and is super cool. He has a year in the mission and we are going
to do great things in this area!
As far as Halloween here lots of the churches here
say that it is of the devil so they can’t go out, but lots do. There are
people here that dress up as clowns and try to kidnap people but the
drug lords and all the bad people are going
around kidnapping all the adults dressed as clowns. Haha it kind of
reminds me of Hells Angles the biker gang.
It has been super super hot. It rained a lot one
day so today and yesterday was super hot, but all the people are telling
us that the cold is coming.
This week I want to tell a story, in the most
missionary appropriate way. I almost had an accident. We had just
finished eating a super super good meal and we were walking the 30
minute walk back to our house. Of course about half way through
me and my companion had to go to the bathroom. Oh man and when I said
we had to go to the bathroom I mean that my two greatest desires in my
life at that moment were to use the restroom and to find people to
teach. I was walking as fast as my body would allow
and then I saw a different path and for some reason decided to take it.
It lead us through this giant flea market and took so long to find a
way out. By the time we got out I could not handle it anymore. I decided
that we were going to use the rest of my money
for the week and take a taxi home. We ran to a line of taxis’ and
jumped in the first one. As soon as I sat down and paid the driver the
need to use the restroom was gone. So mad haha. I just used the rest of
my money to take the taxi and now I didn’t even
need it. Turns out that the taxi driver was an investigator of an elder
who taught him the beginning of his mission but when the elder left the
area he lost contact with the church. We gave him the number of the
missionary and he called him. He was so excited
to go to church that next week. I know that we were more or less forced
to that taxi. I love the church and all the cool experiencias we are
having. I love you guys.
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