This week was easily the most painful, but best week I've had here. My stomach hurt all week (I think it was the Tortas we got last Monday night, triste tortas). Saturday night I almost died, but then I bought some pepto-bismol and drank some Coke and it got a lot better. The Coke here is magical.
This week we went to an investigators house who was progressing really good and out of nowhere he said he didn't want to hear anymore. He wouldn't tell us why, just that he didn't want to hear anymore. We think it was his wife because she doesn't like the Church. However, we got two new investigators this week who accepted a date for baptism in their first lessons.
I got one more picture this week than I did last week. The area where I'm at looks a lot like southern Utah and walking on the dirt roads was almost like hiking in Zions or Capital Reef. There is a mountain behind me, but you cant really see it at all because its burn season here, so the air is always full of smoke. If you want to see what it looks like its called "La Malinche." I think I spelled that right.
One of my awkward/funny stories this week: On Wednesday night we decided to buy some candy from a shop and we asked about one type of candy (mango candy in chili powder) and how much it costed. For some reason it was a lot of money so we just bought another kind and left. As we were walking we were talking about how it was weird how that candy costed a lot of money for no reason. As we were talking about it I said "Tranquila con sus dulces" which means "calm down with your candy" for a female and right as I said it we walked past another candy shop where a lady was buying candy. Needless to say the lady thought I was talking to her and she shot me a dirty look as we started walking as fast as we could.
I gave my first talk on Sunday. The bishop asked if I could give a talk Friday late afternoon, so at least I had Friday night and Saturday morning/night to write it. I think it went pretty good and I'm pretty sure its the longest talk I've ever given clocking in at a solid 13 minutes. Later that night when we were with some members I asked if they understood me and they said they did, so that's a win.
Sunday we had mole twice. I went from basically not having it at all (Im not counting the first time because that mole was really disgusting) to having it twice in one day. Both times it was super good and basically life changing, so I would highly recommend it.
My final note: I've noticed the church meetings here are a little different. Its not church here if one of the two following things doesn't happen: A fight during Elders Quorum or the Bishop gets up and has to correct someone who is talking.
Adios
Elder Warburton
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