Holy, Mexico...It has been an emotional week. But...an amazing one! Okay, so that awesome and weirdly peaceful day I had at the mission home after having just left my friends and what was my home for the 6 past weeks. Yeah, that didn`t last. Haha! I was a nervous wreck on Tuesday! All I could think about was: Who the heck is going to be my companion. Am I dying? Or am I already dead? I don`t know Spanish what am I doing!!! I miss everyone so much.. Blahblahblah, what a baby. Anyways, as soon as we got to the Stake center for transfers, Elder Gardner found his companion. Literally my last piece of comfort was leaving me...immediately! It was hard, like really hard. Then, it wasn`t too long after that President found my companion for me, Elder Kleven. An American! I was certain it was going to be a Latino. Still not sure what I really wanted. The main thing I want to do is learn Spanish as fast as I can, so I`m not sure what is best. Well, Elder Kleven is from Mount Pleasant, Utah and has 20 months on his mission! Sounds like he is going home after my training which is really cool. He says he loves training and wanted to end like this. Plus, he practically speaks like a Latino, so I think it was a good match. I stood there as he talked to everyone. I watched Elder Gardner pack his stuff into a cab, he came over and gave me one last goodbye then left. Hard stuff I know.
We eventually made it to our house in Pantitlan. It`s an area still in the Federal District and close to the airport. The Hermano that gave us a ride, Hno. Juan, (super nice and funny guy) told us we lived right next to him! Then he excitedly showed me his fake leg. Pretty cool. We pretty much dropped off our stuff, took a look around, then headed off to work! The hard thing is that I`m obviously new, but my trainer is ALSO new to the area. He has been a zone leader for the past few months. Anyway, so we had no idea where anyone was. Luckily, the Elder that was here last lost his bag, came back to Pantitlan and showed us around. He also told us that our ward had a trip to the Temple Open House and an investigator was going. I tried to talk to him as best I could. I`m just really glad we went to the temple. I was a nervous wreck and going to that beautful place really calmed my nerves. That`s what I have really learned this week. Whenever I`m in a bad mood, anxious, nervous, or just sad, it goes away quick. The Lord finds ways to comfort me.
Well, I`ll give a quicker run down of the rest of the week. We have met and talked with a LOT of people this week! And, THE PEOPLE ARE AMAZING! Most of the time I recieve that comfort from the Lord when I meet with our investigators. Everyone we (I mean my companion) talk to is amazingly nice and friendly. I don`t speak as much as I should (or at all) but I`m pretty amazed at my abilitty to understand them. I remember the first time I heard a native speaker talk, I`m just like I know some of those words. Now, I can understand, usually. Not really well when they ask me a question directly. Somehow my brain shutsoff when that happens. My favorite part of our investigators is that they are all pretty much families. And they are really willing to invite us into their family. Two families in particular are really awesome. One has a mother who is a recent convert and her daughter and future son in law are investigating the church with their two adorable kids (little mexican children are really adorable, but I can`t understand them. It`s pretty much like that scene in Finding Nemo with Squirt) The other family consists of a 25 year old who`s girlfriend is a member and his mom (and recently Dad!) are taking the discussions. We even took them to the temple Saturday. They, and my other investigators are why I`m here and why I feel so good everyday!
Okay, rapid fire. This random old guy on the street who had two walking sticks that were not helping at all yelled at us to help him. He instantly clung to my companionsand I held the walking sticks. It took us a good 30 min to walk him home and he smelled terrible. Plus, we were pretty sure he had something to drink that morning. He couldn`t walk as is let alone sauced up. No wonder he needed help. ANYWAY, I saw E. Gardner at the temple on Saturday. I already left and was across a busy street so I just yelled at him. We motioned hand gestures of endearment, then he left. It was nice. Friday we had Domino`s pizza. Heavenly. I`ve also had fermented water that I thought was alcohol at Sunday lunch. I was assured by the Hermana it wasn`t but, I didn`t take any chances. There is also grafiti that says , ¨I am Groot¨ Neat. One of my investigators called his wife a ¡bruja! (witch) because she remembered something or whatever. Made my day. We have a gym membership and have been going everymorning. The food is WAY better than the MTC and I`ve loved everything. Worst thing I`ve ate was a banana, and yes I ate the whole thing (pretty radical for those who know me) The last and probably best MIRACLE was when a guy found us on the street, said he`s had all the discussions and has been going to church in his girlfriend`s ward, AND wants to be baptized as soon as possible (gasp).
It`s been a good week.
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