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I’m just going to get right to it all I guess. Tuesday was pretty lame. We went to district meeting and did our normal thing. Oh, and every area in the mission has a microwave now, so that’s pretty cool. We are living like real kings now. But I don’t have anything to microwave, so it’s kind of pointless haha. After we lugged our giant new microwave back to our area, we went on with the rest of our day. When we left the house, we noticed that someone had painted “For Sale” with a phone number on our fence in front of our house. Not cool. We went and talked to our land lord, Santos Dias, and he’s like “Ohhhh yeah, that. Don’t worry about that, I’ll give you 15 days notice!” What a guy, right? Wrong. He is just selling our house out from under us. Not cool. So we have been house hunting this week, but there is seriously NOTHING in our area. Im just hoping I don’t have to live in a tree trunk in the jungle or something. On to Wednesday. The whole zone decided to do a super contact in our area because it’s gigantic, so everyone came over and we split up looking for new people to teach. It was pretty successful, but some of the missionaries were not very smart about it. They had to get the names, numbers, and addresses of the people, and one missionary just gave us a piece a paper that said “Roberto. Los Mangos. Casa Azul”. Los Mangos is a little colony in our area, and do you how know how many blue houses are there? A LOT. Ridiculous. So we had to deal with all that, but it worked out. Eventually. On to Thursday. We did weekly planning as a zone this week which was pretty fun. We got to eat Little Caesars and just hang out for a bit afterwards, so that’s awesome. It always weirds me out when I do American stuff here. I am so used to eating nothing but tortillas and beans, so it’s like reverse culture shot when I eat something good. After that, we went back to our area and taught one family we are really hoping to baptize. The dad is a member but has been inactive for like 7 years and the mom is Evangelical. They are way cool and receptive to us, but the mom is wayyyy Evangelical sometimes and has a lot of doubts about some stuff, mainly Joseph Smith. So we are working on that right now. On to Friday. We were eating lunch and these 2 police officers walked up and started talking to us, basically just questioning us about our missions and what not. They were way cool. Then as we were leaving, they asked where we lived and asked if we wanted a ride. We obliged, and they let us know that if we ever have problems with anybody or need a favor, they are there for us. So basically, I’m best friends with the police. No biggie. They will make an appearance later in this email. We went to go find some people that the missionaries found during the super contact. We taught this one family, and it went really well up until the end. We asked if they had any questions, and they just started pouring out every single rumor about the mormon church they have ever heard. Apparently, there is some dvd circulating around here that shows a bunch of “bad” parts of different type of religions and EVERYONE has seen it. I guess for the mormons, they say that Joseph Smith worshipped a mummy. So these people were all concerned about the fact that he worshipped a mummy. After we talked THAT craziness through, the mom tells us she was baptized in our church, but had some problems. We were shocked that she was baptized because she didn’t really know a lot, but we asked her what problems she had. She then proceeded to tell us that she was baptized in the name of Joseph Smith. Ummmm. What? Apparently, she was baptized in what she THOUGHT was our church, but it turned to be a branch of the REFORMED church in San Pedro Sula. Super weird. So yeah, that happened. She was so sure that it was our church and that we baptize people in the name of Joseph Smith, to a point where it was annoying. I was like “I was baptized and have baptized people. In two different languages. And I’ve never heard Joseph Smith mentioned during a baptism.” But of course, WE were wrong and our church worships Joseph Smith. Crazy crazy. On to Saturday. Saturday is pretty much our day of just rounding up people to go to church. We went to one family we are kiiiiind of teaching in the sense that they kind of seem like they are not in to it, and it was way awkward. We walked up to their house and their door was open, so we yelled the obligatory “Buenas!” to signal our presence, the mom of the family looks at us and goes “Oh no….” and runs away and tells the daughter to deal with us. I don’t know if the mom thought we couldn’t see her or what was going through her head when she did all that, but we were just like wellllll ok then. The daughter came out and gave us some made up story about how they are busy, so we just left. So that’s kind of a bummer. But oh well. She was the lady who had the dream about the temple and us being persecuted, and now she is all freaked out when we come up. Again, Im really hoping she isn’t a witch or something and knows something about us that we don’t know. But I guess only time will tell. That night, we called the Familia Sosa to remind them about church and the wife was like “Ohhhh well my husband just came home SUPER drunk, so I don’t think we are going to make it.” 1. What a horrible excuse. 2. We are so frustrated with them. They are so cool during lessons and everything, but if we aren’t there babying them, they start drifting away. They never keep commitments, so we are going to have to drop them probably, which really sucks. On to Sunday. We had Stake Conference, so us and our whole ward took buses to the stake center. It was way interesting. The power went on and off like 5 times during the meeting, which was super weird. The speakers just had to scream at the top of their lungs and go on with the show. All things considered though, it was pretty good. President Veirs was there and gave a talk. He is a stud. For the rest of the day, we just taught a few lessons and then had dinner with Hermana Magda. We live like a 15 minute walk in the dark away from her, so we usually try to get mototaxis to come pick us up, but no one was working. We realllyyyyy didn’t want to make the walk because Castro had his camera and a bunch of valuable stuff for some reason, so we were racking our brains trying to think of someone to drive us home. Then, brain blast, our new best friends. The Po-Po. We called them and were like “Heyyyyy guys, it’s the Mormons (The only way any one knows around here). We are over here, can you come pick us up?” It turns out they were like 20 minutes away from us, but they were just like “Yeah, stay put. We will be right there.” Cut to 20 minutes later, a cop truck is patrolling through this area with its light on looking for us, everybody looks all freaked out, and then we get in to the back with them like we are just the best of friends. It was so funny. I was just like “Don’t be alarmed folks, they’re with us. Go back to bed.” It turns out, one of the two cops went to school with Magda, so now we are like DOUBLE best friends. It’s pretty sweet. But yeah, that’s pretty much it for the week. Not much happened. Peace!
I’m just going to get right to it all I guess. Tuesday was pretty lame. We went to district meeting and did our normal thing. Oh, and every area in the mission has a microwave now, so that’s pretty cool. We are living like real kings now. But I don’t have anything to microwave, so it’s kind of pointless haha. After we lugged our giant new microwave back to our area, we went on with the rest of our day. When we left the house, we noticed that someone had painted “For Sale” with a phone number on our fence in front of our house. Not cool. We went and talked to our land lord, Santos Dias, and he’s like “Ohhhh yeah, that. Don’t worry about that, I’ll give you 15 days notice!” What a guy, right? Wrong. He is just selling our house out from under us. Not cool. So we have been house hunting this week, but there is seriously NOTHING in our area. Im just hoping I don’t have to live in a tree trunk in the jungle or something. On to Wednesday. The whole zone decided to do a super contact in our area because it’s gigantic, so everyone came over and we split up looking for new people to teach. It was pretty successful, but some of the missionaries were not very smart about it. They had to get the names, numbers, and addresses of the people, and one missionary just gave us a piece a paper that said “Roberto. Los Mangos. Casa Azul”. Los Mangos is a little colony in our area, and do you how know how many blue houses are there? A LOT. Ridiculous. So we had to deal with all that, but it worked out. Eventually. On to Thursday. We did weekly planning as a zone this week which was pretty fun. We got to eat Little Caesars and just hang out for a bit afterwards, so that’s awesome. It always weirds me out when I do American stuff here. I am so used to eating nothing but tortillas and beans, so it’s like reverse culture shot when I eat something good. After that, we went back to our area and taught one family we are really hoping to baptize. The dad is a member but has been inactive for like 7 years and the mom is Evangelical. They are way cool and receptive to us, but the mom is wayyyy Evangelical sometimes and has a lot of doubts about some stuff, mainly Joseph Smith. So we are working on that right now. On to Friday. We were eating lunch and these 2 police officers walked up and started talking to us, basically just questioning us about our missions and what not. They were way cool. Then as we were leaving, they asked where we lived and asked if we wanted a ride. We obliged, and they let us know that if we ever have problems with anybody or need a favor, they are there for us. So basically, I’m best friends with the police. No biggie. They will make an appearance later in this email. We went to go find some people that the missionaries found during the super contact. We taught this one family, and it went really well up until the end. We asked if they had any questions, and they just started pouring out every single rumor about the mormon church they have ever heard. Apparently, there is some dvd circulating around here that shows a bunch of “bad” parts of different type of religions and EVERYONE has seen it. I guess for the mormons, they say that Joseph Smith worshipped a mummy. So these people were all concerned about the fact that he worshipped a mummy. After we talked THAT craziness through, the mom tells us she was baptized in our church, but had some problems. We were shocked that she was baptized because she didn’t really know a lot, but we asked her what problems she had. She then proceeded to tell us that she was baptized in the name of Joseph Smith. Ummmm. What? Apparently, she was baptized in what she THOUGHT was our church, but it turned to be a branch of the REFORMED church in San Pedro Sula. Super weird. So yeah, that happened. She was so sure that it was our church and that we baptize people in the name of Joseph Smith, to a point where it was annoying. I was like “I was baptized and have baptized people. In two different languages. And I’ve never heard Joseph Smith mentioned during a baptism.” But of course, WE were wrong and our church worships Joseph Smith. Crazy crazy. On to Saturday. Saturday is pretty much our day of just rounding up people to go to church. We went to one family we are kiiiiind of teaching in the sense that they kind of seem like they are not in to it, and it was way awkward. We walked up to their house and their door was open, so we yelled the obligatory “Buenas!” to signal our presence, the mom of the family looks at us and goes “Oh no….” and runs away and tells the daughter to deal with us. I don’t know if the mom thought we couldn’t see her or what was going through her head when she did all that, but we were just like wellllll ok then. The daughter came out and gave us some made up story about how they are busy, so we just left. So that’s kind of a bummer. But oh well. She was the lady who had the dream about the temple and us being persecuted, and now she is all freaked out when we come up. Again, Im really hoping she isn’t a witch or something and knows something about us that we don’t know. But I guess only time will tell. That night, we called the Familia Sosa to remind them about church and the wife was like “Ohhhh well my husband just came home SUPER drunk, so I don’t think we are going to make it.” 1. What a horrible excuse. 2. We are so frustrated with them. They are so cool during lessons and everything, but if we aren’t there babying them, they start drifting away. They never keep commitments, so we are going to have to drop them probably, which really sucks. On to Sunday. We had Stake Conference, so us and our whole ward took buses to the stake center. It was way interesting. The power went on and off like 5 times during the meeting, which was super weird. The speakers just had to scream at the top of their lungs and go on with the show. All things considered though, it was pretty good. President Veirs was there and gave a talk. He is a stud. For the rest of the day, we just taught a few lessons and then had dinner with Hermana Magda. We live like a 15 minute walk in the dark away from her, so we usually try to get mototaxis to come pick us up, but no one was working. We realllyyyyy didn’t want to make the walk because Castro had his camera and a bunch of valuable stuff for some reason, so we were racking our brains trying to think of someone to drive us home. Then, brain blast, our new best friends. The Po-Po. We called them and were like “Heyyyyy guys, it’s the Mormons (The only way any one knows around here). We are over here, can you come pick us up?” It turns out they were like 20 minutes away from us, but they were just like “Yeah, stay put. We will be right there.” Cut to 20 minutes later, a cop truck is patrolling through this area with its light on looking for us, everybody looks all freaked out, and then we get in to the back with them like we are just the best of friends. It was so funny. I was just like “Don’t be alarmed folks, they’re with us. Go back to bed.” It turns out, one of the two cops went to school with Magda, so now we are like DOUBLE best friends. It’s pretty sweet. But yeah, that’s pretty much it for the week. Not much happened. Peace!
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