Thank You

KNIVES

Have you ever heard the phrase, "words like knives" ? I have. But I'm not sure I ever really understood what it meant until I got to the mission. People are people and I have accepted that not everyone is going to love us. Rude remarks, unfair assumptions, and death stares are a normal part of missionary life. But the other day was something different. 

We went to go teach a family that we've taught a few times now. Good people who always accepted us with a smile. They had been listening to missionaries from another church for a while, but that was no problem, we just shared what we know and left them to ask God. 

The other day we stopped by to teach them about the restoration of the gospel through the prophet Joseph Smith. As we launched into the first vision I could see it in their eyes. Anger. It's something I've seen before so I took a deep breath, reminded myself to be Christlike and understanding, and braced myself for their feedback. Just as I had anticipated, they launched right on in. Unfair accusations, rude comments and all sorts of who-knows-what came into play. 

Even though I had braced myself, it still hurt. Then the wife looked me right in the eyes and with judgement and hate made very personal comments regarding my family and my life that she knew from the many chats we had before. What she said hurt. Really bad. I don't know what it was, but those words slapped me hard and a lump formed in my throat. I took a moment to breath. Be Christlike, I told myself. Be like Him. Be like Him. Be like Him. All I did was share my testimony that Christ lives and loves us and that because of Him we can change and be better. We ended with a prayer and got the heck out of there. 

I made it out the door before the tears came. My darling companion already knew and threw an arm around my shoulder the second we made it out. A tear or two slipped their way out as my companion gave me a much needed hug. "Wow, that was REALLY mean, what she said." I just nodded in agreement. We took a moment to breath. I wiped away the tears and we analyzed what had just happened. In the end we decided to forget about it and change the subject to something positive. We ended up having a really great conversation and a wonderful rest of the day. Words can be like knives, but there's also a catchy phrase I've heard that says,

"Sticks and stones can break my bones but words will never hurt me."

We didn't let those words get us down that day. That lady who said those mean words didn't win. Positivity won. Happiness won. Who knows what that lady has gone through or what she was thinking at the time she said those things. It's my job to teach and testify and do my best to be like Christ. I'm not always super great at it. But I sure am trying. And I know that God sees that. And I know that my best (even though not all that great) is enough.

THANK YOU

We had our last lesson with one of the most golden investigators I've ever taught in my whole mission on Saturday. Well not really our last lesson but MY last lesson with him because I'm going home. It was a great lesson (as always when teaching Edgar). The spirit was there and everyone was able to voice opinions and points of view and express concerns. It was a great atmosphere of learning and willingness to follow Christ. 

In the end both Edgar and his friend Valeria (who always comes to his appointments with us) expressed their thanks. As Valeria shared some memories and thoughts of the journey we've all taken together she began to cry. "The work you missionaries do is such an important one. You are making a difference. You are helping my friend, but you are also helping inspire me to be better!" She said a lot of other beautiful and awesome things that I don't remember. But all that really stuck out to me was that she said Thank You. Two very simple words that meant a whole lot. 

As a missionary you don't get told thank you a lot. Sometimes that's hard. I'm a praise person. I like to be told good job and be patted on the head in a way. But when people thank you and they say it with their heart, it really makes all the difference in the world. So this week (my last week in the mission field) I challenge one and all to say Thank You. Say it to the guy at the grocery store, say it to your mom, tell it to your teacher, a stranger, anyone and everyone. Really. Say thank you. In word and deed. Be thankful because there is SO much to be thankful for.

*we had an activity today! We played soccer and ate hot dogs. It was great.



*a selfie with Edgar and Valeria.

We love them.

A lot.

Alma 26

FOURTH OF JULY

We started out this historical day with history making diarrhea. Hermana Hancock was throwing up. We had a sister training leader with us and we had to go meet up at Walmart so she could get back together with her companion and go back to her area. As we waited in probably the fanciest place that exists here in Salina Cruz (Walmart) Hermana Hancock threw a hand to her mouth, plugged her nose and RAN for the door. She barely made it out when she threw up her breakfast all over the place. And if two white Mormon missionaries aren't something to stare at, two white Mormon missionaries throwing up all over the place sure is. 

We went home and put poor Hermana Hancock to bed. The rest of the day was uneventful. After reading the Book of Mormon for a good little while and taking a short nap I was out of things to do. We watched The District missionary training videos which I quoted word for word (seen those bad boys WAAAAYYY too many times). I mostly just held Hermana Hancock's hand and forced her to drink gatorade. BUT I was wearing red, white, and blue all the while. God bless America. 

At 7 o' clock we had a really important appointment with a golden investigator (Edgar. love that guy.). We both felt really weak and still kind of icky, but we said a powerful prayer, put on some mascara, and went to our appointment. 

It actually turned out to be a really powerful lesson. Edgar is my favorite. He is sincerely searching for truth and checking everything with God. His friend Valeria is making sure he is reading the Book of Mormon daily, and he loves coming to church. Plus, he has a reeeeally fat chihuahua that always makes us laugh. He's excited for his baptism and has promised to video chat me in so I can "be there" in spirit.

ALMA 26

So these last few weeks have been a little hard for me. I find myself going over my whole mission in my head and little Satan thoughts creep in like "Did I even make that big of a difference this last year and a half?" "Did I accomplish all I wanted to?" "I've still got such a long ways to go." 

These doubts and all this negative self talk was bringing me down. It was almost subconsciously  happening. Self bullying. But then today as I opened up to Alma 26 I was filled with peace and joy. It was almost as if God himself had come down to tell me that it WAS worth it. That I WAS (and still am) a successful missionary. That I'm not perfect but I sure am trying and that that is OK. 

As I read Alma 26, I had a vivid flash back to a few weeks prior to starting my mission when I read the very same chapter. I remember where I sat and what I was wearing and how I felt. I remember not knowing what to expect in the next year and a half to come. I remember feeling ready to go and serve and feel the feelings that the sons of Mosiah felt. 

A year and a half later as I read the same chapter it hit me how much had really changed. I not only read the feelings of these powerful missionaries I FELT and really UNDERSTOOD them. In verses 29 and 30 its says ... 

29 And we have entered into their houses and taught them, and we have taught them in their streets; yea, and we have taught them upon their hills; and we have also entered into their temples and their synagogues and taught them; and we have been cast out, and mocked, and spit upon, and smote upon our cheeks; and we have been stoned, and taken and bound with strong cords, and cast into prison; and through the power and wisdom of God we have been delivered again.

 30 And we have suffered all manner of afflictions, and all this, that perhaps we might be the means of saving some soul; and we supposed that our joy would be full if perhaps we could be the means of saving some.

 ... As I read verse 29 I saw myself in my hand teaching in houses, huts, streets, and hills. I saw myself being cast out, laughed at, disrespected, made fun of, and ridiculed. And why did I do it? I thought. Then came verse 30. That I might save someone. Even just one. The worth of souls is GREAT in the sight of God. And for Him maybe one would even be enough. Then when I got to the last few verses of the chapter tears of pure JOY began to flow as I read...

 35 Now have we not reason to rejoice? Yea, I say unto you, there never were men that had so great reason to rejoice as we, since the world began; yea, and my joy is carried away, even unto boasting in my God; for he has all power, all wisdom, and all understanding; he comprehendeth all things, and he is a merciful Being, even unto salvation, to those who will repent and believe on his name.

 36 Now if this is boasting, even so will I boast; for this is my life and my light, my joy and my salvation, and my redemption from everlasting wo. Yea, blessed is the name of my God, who has been mindful of this people, who are a branch of the tree of Israel, and has been lost from its body in a strange land; yea, I say, blessed be the name of my God, who has been mindful of us, wanderers in a strange land.

 37 Now my brethren, we see that God is mindful of every people, whatsoever land they may be in; yea, he numbereth his people, and his bowels of mercy are over all the earth. Now this is my joy, and my great thanksgiving; yea, and I will give thanks unto my God forever. Amen.

....Don't we have reason to rejoice? I sure do think so. And if its bragging, well I'll brag, God is great. He has changed the course of my life forever. And for that I am grateful. For that I am joyful.

*4th of July:

sigh, impossible to take a cute pic in Salina Cruz because you are always sweaty...but the bright side is we sure rocked our red white and blue even if ill and in bed the majority of the day.

 *coconut:

An investigator asked us if we were thirsty and when we said yes he came back with a machete and a coconut. It was delicious.

*parrot:

our neighbors who treat their pets like people. This is their new baby (yes it is only a few weeks old) parrot. We are trying to train to to say HELLO. He has his own fan. It makes me laugh every time!

Beach Baptism

*Tired

Me after a good days work. This is how we end each day. Sweaty, dusty, and exhausted.

"See that ye serve Him with all your heart might mind and strength."

*we got special permission to play a musical number at the BEACH BAPTISM of some elders in our district. We didn't know the kid but the Elders invited us because they know I play an instrument. Hna Hancock and I arranged a harmonized Nearer my God to Thee. We played it on the beach right before they entered the ocean to baptize the kid. Powerful. We were only there for like 45 minutes total. We had time to snap a small handful of pics and off to teach the gospel we ran!

*me and my trusty uke


DIVERSITY

Last Monday after we had left the internet cafe to get to work we went to an appointment we had with an American foreign exchange student who was studying here in Mexico for a year. Turns out she was hanging out with her German foreign exchange student buddy and we ended up teaching them both! We also brought two future missionaries from the ward to come with us so there we were, 3 Americans, 2 Mexicans, and 1 German. All VERY different personalities, cultures, backgrounds, situations. 

But for just a moment we could all connect on one thing. God. We talked about our beliefs in Him. We discussed God, prayer, and we introduced the Book of Mormon. There were a lot of great questions asked. It was cool to connect and bond with so many different kinds of people all in one moment. In the end we found out they were headed back to their countries in the next few weeks but it was a good seed planted. 

We invited the German kid to say the closing prayer, he said it in his native tongue of German. It was really beautiful. Sometimes as churches and as people we let the differences come between us but what I've found is it is always better to focus on what you have in common. Love and respect for all. Its a beautiful thing.

BEACH BAPTISM

So a large part of my mission is the coast. Gorgeous beaches and popular tourist locations are a significant chunk of the Oaxaca Mission but in my whole year and a half they've never sent me to the coast. I've never seen the ocean or even gotten close to it. 

Our area that we're in right now turns out to be like 15 minutes from the coast. Haha I had no idea. The Elders called us half way through the week and informed us they were having a baptism on the beach. WHAT. They invited us and our investigators to come. We prepared a special musical number on my ukulele and it turned out to be really cool. We arranged a creative harmony of Nearer my God to Thee and it was pretty dang beautiful if I do say so myself. 

The baptism was quick and simple but super special. It was a teenager and the only member in his family. It was special to see the glow and the excitement in his eyes. We played the special musical number right before they entered the ocean and the sweet and relaxed sound of the uke, PLUS the sound of the crashing waves just blew everyone away. It was something real special. The spirit seemed to create a little bubble of love and smiles as we praised God with song. After the song they waded out into the water all in white. Everyone smiled as he came out of the water. It was a special experience, and an experience I will never forget.

TARANTULA

So last night we were just sitting at our desks setting goals for the week to come and evaluated how things went this last week when my companions face turns white and she points behind me. She said one word, tarantula. I looked behind me to see our little hairy friend crawling its way towards the door. 

We of course screamed and stood on our chairs. We began to call our neighbors because we had no idea how to kill it or what to do with it. No one was answering. We than began taking a million videos and pictures of the poor hairy thing. After a fair amount of paparazzi we had successfully disoriented and blinded the poor thing with all the flash. It wandered around and tried to make its way under the door but didn't fit because it was too fat. ew. 

Our neighbors finally answered the phone and Isis our neighbor came over. She's our age so there we were, three 19-20 year old women trying to kill  a giant hairy spider and not die. Turns out they're not poisonous, but if they touch you it can irritate your skin and cause intense rash and itching. 

"Don't get too close!" shouted the neighbor, "They can jump!!" Great. After some more screaming and running around the house we formulated a plan. We would throw a towel over it and then smash it with a rock! Hna Hancock was in charge of the throwing of the towel, I was in charge of the smashing with a rock, and the neighbor was in charge of coaxing the thing out of hiding and into an open area. 

The plan was going perfectly until I dropped the rock in the wrong place and the spider came running out from under the towel. Terrifying. We then got it corned and I grabbed a stick and smashed it to death. It was all very exciting! 

Its leg fell off somewhere along the way and I taped it in my journal. Just so my posterity knows what it was like to serve a mission in Oaxaca. Haha so crazy. When I get home I'll be sure to show the series of videos we took. So great.

*found this little guy hanging out in our house last night...

Choose.

GOODBYE 

First of all.  Good byes really stink.  I'm personally not a huge fan.  This last week we had to say good bye to Natali and Jesus, the family who got baptized last week.  Their little daughters gave us a pair of their matching dolls as a parting gift.  They told us they are going to be missionaries someday. 

I brought my ukulele and we sang hymns while we waited for Jesus to get home from work. The spirit was powerful. Natali and Jesus both shared a few words. It was really special. They thanked us for our time and support and said a million beautiful and tear jerking things. What stood out to me was Natali telling us that we're going to be great moms someday and Jesus calling us warriors. 

We ended with a kneeling prayer together. Tears and hugs all around. They forever changed our lives and Christ forever changed theirs. SO thankful that God let us be His hands. It wasn't us who made the change. It was Him. We were just there to answer questions and bug them about their goals. Persistence. 

They had their ups and downs, but now they are SOLID. No worries about those 2. Even though work and family took them to another state, our thoughts and prayers are still with them.

HIT-IN-THE-FACE-GIRL

Went back and saw our investigator who got hit in the face. That afternoon we were with Hermana Madsen the president's wife! They were in town for a training meeting, and she wanted to come out and work in the afternoon. 

We had a great lesson together. Instead of teaching the original plan we taught to the needs of hit-in- the-face-girl. At one point in the lesson she began to cry. "I just want to change, I don't want to be this person anymore!" 

We all put a hand on her, and Hermana Madsen wrapped her arm around her. I leaned in real close and told her how much we love and care about her and how much MORE God does. We told her about how change is possible and HOW TO change. We ended the lesson with a kneeling prayer. Hit- in-the-face-girl humbly and sincerely told God she needed help. So cool to be there for that special moment. If felt as if God sighed for relief, "Finally." He smiled. 

CHOOSE

Something I've learned this last week and throughout my mission is that happiness and positivity is really truly a choice. Yes, there are a TON of mosquitos and my arms and legs itch all day everyday. Yes, our house is sketchy and buggy. Yes, the people lie to us, disrespect us, and insult us. Yes, it is almost 100 degrees and 80 percent humidity outside all day everyday. Yes, our shower is the hose that we weaseled through a hole in the bathroom window. Yes, our hot plate has problems and burns everything. Yes, sometimes I don't like the food and it's really hard to eat. But, do I have to get down about that and whine and complain?  NO.  It just makes it a million times worse if I do. 

So I, Hermana Matesen, I choose to be happy. I choose to kill the bugs we find or make a game out of trapping them and releasing them into the wild. I pretend the hole-y hose is a fancy moveable shower head. When I sweat so much I fill the chair I was sitting in in sweat I choose to laugh about it and take a picture! When people are RUDE I just kill them with kindness and continue to wish them a very good afternoon or send a have-a-great-day their way every time I see them. 

There are a lot of things in the mission (and in life in general) that we just don't have control over. But ya know what we do have control over? Ourselves. So choose to be happy today. Sometimes its not easy. If something fails or goes wrong, try to find the humor or the irony in it and let yourself laugh about it. Remember, it could always be worse! Look for the silver lining in everything. Choose. And choose wisely. Choose happiness.

In 2 Nephi 2:27 it says:

 27 Wherefore, men are free according to the flesh; and all things are given them which are expedient unto man. And they are free to choose liberty and eternal life, through the great Mediator of all men, or to choose captivity and death, according to the captivity and power of the devil; for he seeketh that all men might be miserable like unto himself.

 You are free to choose. If you choose to be whiney and negative you literally are letting Satan win. Don't let him win. Lets go with Christ on this one and choose LIFE and LIBERTY. To be happy is to be free. And happiness is a choice. Think about it.

Soccer:

Let it Rain

*it literally rained for 3 days and nights straight. It was a great excuse to pull out my old friend the rainbow umbrella. The people stared at us even more than they usually do and we just smiled and waved. Spreading sunshine.

RAIN

It was really rainy this week.  For about 3 days and nights straight it just rained, and rained, and rained some more. Sometimes it sprinkled, sometimes it poured. All the streets turned into ponds and rivers and all things turned muddy. 

We enjoyed the rain and splashed our way through a lot of puddles. It was still hot though...I couldn't ever quite tell if the water running down my face and body was from the rain or if it was sweat...Salina Cruz probs. 

One morning we went out in the pouring rain to go teach the gospel and all our appointments rejected us. They were all home, but all came up with one creative excuse or another and there we were. Sweaty and wet and with no where to go. 

We wandered around for a while trying to contact or knock doors. Nothing. So we decided to search for a reference. We walked about 30 minutes and finally ended up running into the street we were looking for. We found the house and knocked. They rejected us. Ouch. We were tired, wet, hot, frustrated. We had worked so hard for so long just to get turned down. It was rough. We weren't about to give up though so we starting knocking more doors. 

Finally we came across someone who had enough compassion to let the poor tired and wet Americans sit down in her dry house. After some chatting we figured out that she is the mother of a totally golden investigator we had found one time but then lost contact with and that old lost golden investigator lived in that very same apartment! It was cool to see that God really had led us to that door after hours of walking and sweating and getting rejected in the rain. Just keep swimming.

LAST MINUTE

We had a last minute baptism this last Saturday. On Thursday night we were teaching our amazing investigators and they let us know that their baptism that was supposed to be next week wasn't going to work out because they were moving for work. They asked if Saturday could work. Like in 2 days. 

Why not? So we made it happen. We had Friday to throw something together. The ward came together and we had probably one of the most beautiful baptisms I've ever been to. There was so much love. 

These last few months of teaching Natali and Jesús has been such and honor and a blessing. Its a great story. For the type of work that Jesus does he knocks doors to find clients. His work shirt is white too. He's kind of like a missionary. Except he sells pots and pans and doesn't teach the gospel...anyways, one day he knocked a door and the lady invited him in. She was Mormon and the missionaries were there with her. They invited Jesus to listen and gave him a Book of Mormon. 

They invited him to general conference that sunday and he showed up! The sister missionaries contacted him there and started visiting him and Natali. The rest is history. They overcame obstacle after obstacle and inspired us all with their diligence, sacrifice, and faith. 

I feel so honored and blessed to have been permitted to be a small part of their conversion. Such a beautiful family. Three young kids. Natali has started talking to her daughters, "so when you go on a mission...." haha we love them so much. 

The baptism was powerful. We played Families Can be Together Forever on the ukulele. Both cried leaving the water. They understood what they were doing and it impacted everyone present. Powerful.

HIT IN THE FACE

So whenever we teach people we give them a Book of Mormon and invite them to ask God if its true. We usually explain that God won't be sending them a message on facebook or hitting them in the face, but that he will answer through feelings and thoughts. 

However, something peculiar happened this last week. We went and saw a new investigator and asked her if she read and prayed. She said she had. We asked her how it went. She then told us the GREATEST story ever. 

She has been reading the Book of Mormon and was thinking about it and praying to God in her head when she bent over to get something on the floor and someone opened the cash register and it popped out and smacked her right in the face. 

It was heavy and metal and HURT. But our investigator told us that on any other day she would have cussed out the person who opened the register or pushed them or gotten really mad but that she didn't even let one swear word slip. Instead, she laughed. "It was so unlike me!" she exclaimed. "It must be because I was thinking about that book! Like maybe thats my answer!" 

Her cousin, who joined in the lesson, piped in, "maybe it's a sign from God!" We just smiled. Who says God can't answer by hitting you in the face with  cash register? The Lord works in mysterious ways my friends.

*The first hermana to ever teach them who has since finished her mission was able to see the baptism via i phone! Hermana Purcell, we love you!!

Work, work, and a little more work

This week was a miracle week. We worked our little hearts out and Heavenly Father blessed us SO much. We kicked off the week with a cool experience and it just got better from there....

CONTACT SOMEBODY

So a while back I made a personal goal to always sit next to a stranger when we take the bus to be able to make the most of out time and contact them. We dont hardly take any buses or taxis in this area because there really arent any but every week we have to take one to make it to our district meeting. So always on our way back I tell my comp, "You going to contact somebody today?" For language barriers and sometimes because no one sat down next to her shes never had the chance or the guts to go for it. But as I chatted with the person I was next to I glanced over and saw my darling and BRAVE companion contacting the person she sat next to. Such a proud mama moment. This Hermana Hancock is making leaps and bounds. So next week when we get to take the bus again and I say, "so, you gonna contact somebody today?" Im pretty sure I know what the answer will be.

BEST DAY EVER 1

We had divisions on Wednesday and I sent little hna Hancock off with one of the sister training leaders to go work in another area for the day. The other sister training leader came with me and we got right to work! We contacted, we found a new family and invited them to all be baptized with a specific date and they accepted, we taught a powerful lesson to some of our progressing investigators who finally have been succeeding with their goals to stop drinking coffee and alcohol! It was one great thing right after the other. So this family of progressing investigators are amazing. They started out strong but there was a time when things just got hard, the trials came and they stopped praying, reading the scriptures and completing their goals but after a powerful lesson on Sunday they picked themselves off the ground and have been on fire ever since! They have been reading the book of mormon as a family every night! And they havent drinken one drop of alcohol or coffee in a whole week! Weve been sending texts of animo and even dropping by with little sodas or cookies to help them out with the temptation. We love them so much. They have come so far! We also ran into the father of the family on our way to another appointment later on that same day. We stopped his motercycle and came over to talk to us. He was beaming. He proudly told us how well he has been doing with his goals, especially leaving alcohol behind. He literally seemed to glow as he told us of all the miracles and blessings they are beggining to see. Then halfway through  a sentence he stopped and began to silenty cry, "Hermanas, Im just so thankful and so happy. I know its not going to be easy but I taped the plan of salvation drawing on our wall and Im keeping my sights set. We are going to keep fighting and staying strong just like you told us. Thank you so much hermanas." I was smiling so big I thought my mouth might fall off my face. I love them so much my heart just about melted. God is working miracles with them. At the end of the day we reported as usual. Our leaders were so thrilled with the success we had that they ordered us tlayudas and had them delivered to our house. BEST zone leaders ever.

TRIALS (BEST DAY EVER 2)

So we had a hard morning the other day. Studies were hard. Animo was down. We were just plain old tired. We left the house and it was HOT and no one was home. The food was late. But once we got to the afternoon things took off. 

We found another new family and invited them all to baptism and they said YES. We ended with a kneeling prayer and as we left the mom stopped us. "I think God sent you guys here today." I grabbed her hands, "I know he did." I assured her. 

We also went around searching for a contact we had made the other day just to set up an appointment for another day because we can't enter into a home where a man is alone. And lo and behold, as we wandered around very lost in a new part of our area that we had never been to before, looking for this guy we said a little prayer in our hearts, and in that very moment he drives past and happens to have a member in his car. Glory glory. 

We ended up teaching him a fabulously powerful lesson and he accepted a baptismal date and is more than thrilled about reading the Book of Mormon. These are only a few on the marvelous and amazing things that happened this day. 

The day started out hard but turned out being the best. It's a pattern I've seen a lot on the mission. Just when you feel like giving up and that you can't handle one more rejection or can't take one more step THATS when the miracles happen and when the prepared people are put in your path. It reminds we of a scripture

2 For verily I say unto you, blessed is he that keepeth my commandments, whether in life or in death; and he that is faithful in tribulation, the reward of the same is greater in the kingdom of heaven.

 3 Ye cannot behold with your natural eyes, for the present time, the design of your God concerning those things which shall come hereafter, and the glory which shall follow after much tribulation.

 4 For after much tribulation come the blessings. Wherefore the day cometh that ye shall be crowned with much glory; the hour is not yet, but is nigh at hand.

 5 Remember this, which I tell you before, that you may lay it to heart, and receive that which is to follow.

D&C 58:2-5

Good stuff. It was an amazing week. Probably the best week I've had in maybe my whole mission. The zone leaders personally called to congratulate us. But we all know who really was doing all the work. Christ. We just came along for the ride. We gave Him our all. Heart might mind and strength. I LOVE being a missionary.

*we took a lot of pictures..

 *these bowls are hand painted and 20 years old. Its a cultural tradition in the pueblos here in el Itsmo to dress up in these fancy HAND STICHED outfits and fill these kinds of bowls with fruit and candy and throw them to the crowds as they walk through the street. It takes full time work of 6 months to be able to finish one of these kinds of outfits. The ones they let us try on today are worth 1000 american dollars. It was a fun monday spent chatting about cultural traditions! I love Oaxaca.

*sometimes the houses we go visit have a limited number of chairs so sometimes we teach people sitting in a hammock. EVERYONE has hammocks here. This particular hammock is an arch enemy of mine. Its really hard to get out of and it makes my legs fall asleep. But it always gives us a good laugh! Good memories.

*Our zone leaders bought us Tlayudas for working so hard and having such success! Best day ever. Here where we live they have tlayuda delivery. All you have to do is call and 20 minutes later a delicious tlayuda with a variety of salsas shows up on your porch! Best ever.

*more tlayudas

*best fish tacos ever. I also ate the eyeball. It was...interesting.

*everyone here carries things on their head. I tried it once with all my scriptures, its not as easy at they make it look...