On Tuesday we had a zone conference and I got to see almost everyone from my district in the ccm, so that was great catching up with all of them and seeing how they are doing. After the conference ended Elder Diaz and I stayed in Puebla to get some new toys (picture attached). Elder Diaz fractured both his feet, so we spent the day with President and the mission secretary buying him boots for his feet and an ankle brace for me. It was interesting spending some time with President Nelson and he's a pretty funny guy (he reminds me a lot of my dad). He took us out in his van and lets just say that he is an angry driver and it was pretty hard not to bust out laughing. Everything turned out good in Puebla and by the time we got back to our house in Zacatlan it was 10.
On Wednesday we had chincharon in salsa verde which is a pretty normal dish here in Mexico. Chincharon is basically fried pig skin and salsa verde is green salsa for all you güeros. I'm mentioning this because a lot of gringos don't like it and Elder Wilcox is one of them (I think its fine). So, of course we had to tell the hermana that Elder Wilcox loves it and he ended up eating about 6 servings.
On Thursday we got our lights cut. When we came back in that night we found that we didn't have any lights and we didn't know why (we got them turned back on about an hour ago, but since Thursday we had been living without electricity). All of our milk went bad, so the only food we have, cereal, couldn't be put to use.
All in all I was feeling like things are pretty bad considering we didn't have any power and I can hardly walk, but then the Lord served me some humble pie Friday. We visited an inactive member and things are going pretty bad for her. Everything in her house got stolen, her son got mugged and was almost killed, and her daughter has abandoned the family. So, I realized that things could be a lot worse and I realized that I need to just forget about how things are with me and help others.
On Saturday we contacted a drunk guy and were talking to him and then his drunk friend showed up to the party. Things got interesting. My comp told them I was from Russia because he didn't want any problems with two drunk guys and an american from Trumpland. They asked me to talk to them in russian and I said some stuff to them in spanish in a russian accent and they were blown away; they immediately said "wow yeah he's from russia" and it was all I could do to not burst out laughing. We talked with the wife of one of the drunk guys and luckily she was sober and wants to help her husband be the same, so who knows maybe we will be able to help them change.
Lots more stuff happened and I'll try to type it fast.
One of our investigators felt like they didn't have faith and when we convinced her to pray she offered one of the most sincere prayers i've heard here and it was awesome. Sunday we didn't have anyone to feed us so we went to the house of the other elders and had a cereal party.
That's all for this week
Adios
Elder Warburton
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| Picture from the zone conference |
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| Subway in Puebla with Elder Diaz |
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| Elder Diaz and I with our new duds |
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Zacatlan, it rains a lot here |
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