Three Months as a Hermano

As the title suggests, I am not an Elder. I am a Hermano. Who knows why, but by almost all the members here we are called Hermanos and don't even get me started on the number of investigators that call us hermanos too. Its ok though, there are a lot worse names people could be calling us.

We have a recently converted family that we teach about once a week and this week, they wanted to see what my companion and I were like before our missions. So, they looked up my Instagram account. Everyone was shocked at my beard. They all said I looked 40. My companion said that if he would have seen me in the street with my beard he would have steered clear of me. 

I've probably mentioned this earlier, but the tortas here are to die for. They may be the best thing about the mission. Attached is some pictures of me in the best torta shop i've found here and me with my torta (my companion thinks i'm crazy for making/getting tortas with fried eggs). 

A little backstory for the funniest thing that happened this week. We have an investigator who is a woman about 55 years old. Her husband works a lot, so we teach him some of the time, but they both have a baptism date for the 3rd of February. They have a girl who is 7 years old and named "Ojukee." Every lesson, at least once, the woman will randomly yell "Ojukee" followed by "bring me something" and its always completely random and in the middle of our lessons. So, me and my companion have started yelling "Ojukee" too randomly just in our house or in the street. This week when we were teaching her, like always she randomly yelled "Okjukee!! da me mis lentas" and me and my companion started dying laughing. We were trying to muffle it, but we couldn't stop laughing for the rest of the lesson. Everyone time we would get it under control one of us would start laughing again. Luckily, I don't think she noticed.

The ward mission leader in the other ward (there are two wards in the same building) is basically the mission leader for our ward too. Anyway, he has a tradition of cutting the Elders ties and yesterday he cut mine. I was wearing one of my favorite ties and I thought I was safe because he has a rule that he wont cut ties on Sundays, but I guess this week he broke his rule. It all started when another Elder, Elder Burton, passingly said "I like your tie" and that was when Hermano Serrano (the ward mission leader) got that dangerous look in his eye and I knew it was all over.

Adios

Elder Warburton