Monday, April 1, 2013


Hahaha!   I have so much to tell you.  First my companion is Elder L. (from a  city south of Mexico City called Colima) and he is really cool and really funny.  We work really hard, he only speaks Spanish and can sometime understand English.  He doesn't really speak it though, but was can communicate fine and we are in an area called San Pedro Martir.  The members are really cool.  We have like 4 appointments a day either investigators or less active members.  We have one meal with the members in the afternoon.
It's pretty dang poor but I have both (rich and poor) in my area.   Some houses are literally the size of my bedroom, kinda when we did Christmas in Mexico and visited houses.   The food here is gross and I  have had to gag down every meal. as in Mexico and visited houses.   The food here is gross and I  have had to gag down every meal.   I have a nice apartment just me and Elder L. in it and we have a hot shower.
I have a ton of food left from the MTC.  My apartment is an hour with traffic away from the mission home.  My president is really funny and stuff but his rules are a joke.  No sports with missionaries ever ... no coke, pink ties and some others.  We can go bowling but there is nothing in our area to do on p-days.  And Elder W. is an hour away too, I miss him.
So we were at this little shack buying something to eat and some guy stops me and asked me in English,  What are you doing here and I said I am on a mission and I told him that I want to serve the people and talk about god.  He was like tell me I want to know,  so we set up the next day an appointment and we talked about Joseph Smith, the apostasy and prayer and this was all in English.   So I was the only one teaching, for the first time ever.  I am always just sitting and watching my companion teach and never say anything.  Anyways, he was like I went to jail and I found god I don't have a car, family or anything and now I drink all the time.  And I told him there was a reason he stopped me I and almost started crying for real.  I was like you were suppose to stop me and talk and he was like ya I know.  We gave him a pamphlet and he is going to read and pray.  He said he is going to stop drinking too, we didn't even have to ask him.   Like for real,  I love this guy his name is Arnulfo and he lived in Colorado for a little.   He didnt come to church though yesterday but we teach him agian this week.   It was soooo cool.
We didn't have Easter dinner.   People don't celebrate Easter here.   I didn't even know it was Easter Hahaha!  The meal last night was all right gross nasty spaghetti and some good tacos except they were covered in sour cream, but whatever it was good.  I just want to learn Spanish right now soooo bad... Hahaha I don't understand anything really. 
Me and Elder L.
My bedroom
The kitchen
The top of our apartment building

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