Temple Trip

Tuesday is where we'll start this one off. Not much happened, but we used the wrong combi to get to lunch with a member and I realized that we were on the wrong combi and I was in the back of it and it was super crowded so I had no idea what to do. I realized I should say something cause by that point were were almost 15 minutes out of our area and my companion was asleep for some reason. I randomly told the combi driver to stop even though I had NO idea where we were and we just took a taxi. anyway yeah.

Wednesday was our temple trip. We got up at 4:45 so we'd have time to shower and stuff and let me tell you nothing is worse than a freezing cold shower at 5 in the morning. Especially cause right now in the mornings the weather is FREEZING. after that we took a taxi to the stake center to take a combi with 2 districts to the temple. The ride was not the most pleasant experience. We arrived at the temple grounds, and it’s REALLY cool. The temple has some awesome architecture and stuff. The appointment to enter the temple was right after we got there and so we went right in, and the interior is SUPER similar to the Jordan river temple I noticed. After that we ate lunch and it was cool cause there was two zones there so I got to reunite with some missionaries from my last district and from my MTC district too. After all that we had zone conference and that was just, well, zone conference ,and it was like 5 hours. After the zone conference it was dark so we had 30 minutes to walk around and look at the lights and all that. That was the end of the pleasantries because the combi ride home was nightmarish. We were still combined with the two districts all crowded (me shoved in a corner with no where to put my knees) and you expect everyone to be all quite and stuff, but some of the missionaries on the bus decided to just yell and sing I guess and the whole combi ride was a mix of elders and sisters being so loud you thought your head would explode or the bus driver would get so fed up at any moment and every time someone would yell he would take a finger off the wheel (and I probably wouldn’t blame him)

Nothing really happened on Thursday. We had a couple of lessons I think.

Friday when we were eating with some members said they liked getting "autographs" from the missionaries and so as I was singing a card for them I was just thinking "man, people really think highly of missionaries" and all that, when literally being an actual missionary, I just feel like some dude in a tie who doesn’t really have any idea what he's doing half the time. We went to teach Silvestre and the woman he lives with and found out They both have to get divorced and then they have to get married. Hearing that on my mission is starting to get so tiresome and even though you want to help them, theres literally no way we can help people with that kind of stuff sometimes. Also, I went to bed after seeing the email from my dad that the Utes were up 23-0 at the half in the PAC12 championship, and let me tell you I slept well that night.

Well I did until 5am when we had to get up. The 4th of December is like national service day in México so every companionship in the mission had to do something. Our service was with the stake so we went to this place called the house of immigrants. We got there before 7 and the place wasn’t opened so we were just standing outside and like I mentioned before México is SO COLD in the mornings and we were just standing there waiting. After a while they let us in. They have a bunch of buildings there and one of them is this huge green house with a bunch of dead tomato plants and we had to remove every single one. I got to use a machete and chop a bunch of stuff so it was fun. After all the machete work was done it started to just become hard work, and because México weather is just weird 2 hours after it was in like the 30s it was already too hot to wear a sweater. The whole district was there and a bunch of other members and at about 11 o’clock we left. We were walking for a long time to find a combi, and we were in this area called Huehuetoca. As we were walking down the central main street I was SHOCKED to see how many people live in this area and had no clue there was was area this crowded 15 or less minutes from our area. We got home, and all we wanted to do was rest, but we had lunch with a member to go to. We had to walk to St. Teresa 2, which is about a 25-30 minute walk and the sister we were eating with wouldn’t send us an address for some reason and her directions were crazy and I was starting to get frustrated cause we had NO clue where to go, and she was calling us on repeat and I wanted to chuck our phone off of a bridge. We finally found the house (not where the lady said it was) and it turns out that she was at work anyway and it was just her daughter home and it was so awkward (and against quite a few rules) but we had no clue what to do. We ended up walking to a restaurant with her and it was literally contending for the most awkward moments of my mission and I decided If that Lady decides yo tell us were eating with her again I will tell her were too busy and then we'll go buy something to eat.

Sunday. I’ve noticed that on the mission something interesting ALWAYS happens on Sunday. This Sunday 2 things. We were sitting in the chapel just waiting for church to start, and I look to my right and see our mission president and his wife randomly walk in. Now I'm still not 100 percent sure why they came to our Sacrament meeting and when I saw them I got super nervous. Especially cause all the people who came to church with us were late and when prez walked In there was no one with us. After church we took a photo with them and then president told me to get a haircut and that was it. The other interesting thing that happened was when we went to Quma to eat. We were trying to find the apartment of the members and we ran into these two dudes. One was tall had a ton of tattoos a large heard earnings, sunglasses and an evil looking dog on a leash. He started talking to us, basically bashing us and asking why were there and then (always) like the people do when they find out I'm a gringo they try to talk to me in english. This guy though had pretty much perfect english and then started telling me that he lived I the US for a while ‘till he got deported. He then said the best ways to make money in this world are politics, religion, and trafficking. He then started asking us questions trying to get us to doubt our faith and stuff and wanted to know if I wanted to get a tattoos. Then he walked away go get some weed to smoke with us so when he turned away we took our chance and just left. We had like a family history class at the church after that and then watched the Cristmas Devotional. I don't think we had any lessons. Anyway thats all from me.

Pics

1n2 some pictures from the service on Saturday