After writing last week we visited the lady from Nicaragua and she made us food. It was good, but basically Mexican food just without salsa and the rice was a different color. She also probably smoked like 6 cigarettes in the hour that we were there and she smoked one while she was cooking, so it took a lot of will power to eat the food.
We found an awesome apartment that doesn't have bed bugs or mosquitoes and it has doors on the bathroom and shower, so that was awesome. The only downside is that the assistants said they were too busy to come and look at it and nobody else wanted to help us, so we lost it and the search continues. It rained super hard that night and we got soaked and depressed, so we bought pizza.
This week we did interchanges with some of the other elders in my district. One of them is from Ecuador (Guayaquil south mission, Megan) and he cant eat any spicy food at all. During the interchanges a member gave us some tostadas of cow foot and rajas that in my opinion weren't spicy at all. He took one bite and said that he couldn't finish it. We also had some good lessons and did lots of contacting. At the end of the day he bought tacos, so it was a solid interchange.
The next day i had interchanges with Elder Salerno (if you remember my letters from like 8 months ago he is the Argentinian that was also a secretary with me). We had a really fun time and got to visit a lot of the people they are teaching there. At the end of the night he locked me out of the house. Then he let me in and a dog went into the house too so i locked him in the kitchen with the dog and the dog was going crazy trying to eat his food. All in all a good time as well.
One of the members we ate with this week gave us roast beef. Just thought i should throw that in there because its been a year since the last time a member gave me roast beef. We also didn't have electricity in our house a couple of nights ago because some one ran into a power pole. It feels like i'm re-living all of the experiences i had a year ago in Zacatlan. All that's left is twisting my ankle again.
And finally last night we did some divisions of support (i don't know how you say that in English missionary terms) with some other elders in my district that have been having a hard time. We basically listened to their problems, and went and did some visits. One of the members i visited with Elder Dameron (the guy i was with) invited us 4 back at 8 to eat hamburgers, so that was a good way to end the week.
Adios
Elder Warburton
Elder Warburton
México Puebla Norte
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