Everyone here thinks that the missionaries like to eat a lot of food. Some days this is a blessing and some days it is a curse. On Tuesday we had so much food I almost died. I had to hold back throwing up as I put more food into my mouth. You might be thinking "Why not just say no?" Believe me I tried. You can only say you don't want more food about 10 times before caving in and saying "ok but just a little" to which they will bring you back even more food than they gave you the first time.
On Wednesday I had exchanges with the district leader and met the biggest dog i've seen here. We rang a doorbell and the door opened and out came running a dog the size of a bear. Luckily there was a gate between us and the dog, but when it barked the pass along card I was holding blew out of my hand.
On Thursday, not much was going on, so we decided to leave the main city and take a bus to one of the outlying areas to contact. As we were walking, I felt prompted to knock an orange door I had been looking at. We turned back and I knocked the door a couple of times and no one answered. As we were about to turn back a middle aged lady opened the door. We taught her the first lesson and she accepted everything. Shes Catholic and has a really strong faith in Jesus and Heavenly Father, but luckily her faith didn't stop her from seeing the truth that we have. She remarked that there was something different about us. Shes talked with Jehovah Witnesses and others, but she said we were different and had a spirit and respect with us, so go Mormons.
This week went by super fast and I didn't get any pictures (sorry mom ill do better next week). Just imagine a Mexican town that is 30 degrees in the mornings and and nights and about 70-80 midday and then imagine with frostbite and a sunburn.
Adios
Elder Warburton
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