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Tuesday, June 28, 2011
6.27.11 -- Satelite, Hermosillo
The first picture is of the kilo of tortillas that some people gave to us for free. We don´t know why, but we enjoyed the tortillas anyway. We also thanked them.
The second is of the first time in the mission that I have ridden on a bike. And I wasn´t pedaling. That´s E. Olguin, from Puebla. He´s my Zone Leader, and I had to go with them to interview two of their investigators that got baptized this last weekend. Geez, interviews. They drain you spiritually. I fell asleep during planning when I got home. I was in the middle of a prayer (out loud, I was the one saying it) and I fell asleep.
Okay, so the family we found last week is awesome. We taught them, they felt the Spirit, and are progressing super fast. We went back for the second appointment and we asked them if they prayed to know that the Book of Mormon is true. The mom looked at us and said, "No." I was a little bummed out until she said, "Because I don´t want to bother God with unnecessary questions. I already know that it´s true." YEAHH! WOOO! The first family I´ve taught in my entire mission, and they already know the Book of Mormon is true! Geez. I just hope I´m here long enough to guide them through the whole process of conversion. We´re going back to visit them tomorrow. By the way, it´s a mom, two youth, and two younger kids. The youngest is 5, and when I see him, I think of Taylor as a boy. Mischevious, funny, and he jumps everywhere.
Remember about the youth that was baptized a few weeks ago? He passed me the bread during the Sacrament this Sunday. I just smiled the entire time. The bishop saw me and started to smile too. People here don´t believe me when I say I was anti-social before the mission, because apparently they just see me when I´m smiling. Until I show them my license. Then they´re surprised. Really surprised. And so am I, a little bit. Okay, I need to stop talking about that, or I´ll get overly dramatic and start fake crying in this little Internet café about "how much I´ve changed!"