Saludos de donde el diablo perdio el poncho
How are you guys? It's been a long time since I've heard your voices. I do have a request though, can you send me a picture of our family? I want a size to fit in my BoM and the other the size of printer paper, to hang up in the study room. That would be awesome! I'm sorry I haven't told you all that you want to know about my life in the field, but that will all change right now! I'll start out by telling you about my awesome companion, Elder Stone. He's a rock solid guy. He's from Salem, Utah (wherever that is) and comes from a family of 12... seriously, the stereotypical Mormon family. He's number 5 in the pack and his sister just got back from her mission a month ago from Argentina. He's been out 15 and a half months. I'm his 3rd son, so he's pretty experienced in the training business. Student Council, cross country, and choir is his life back home. Elder Stone is one of the coolest guys I have ever met. He's funny, easy going, hard working, and super happy all of the time. I really don't think I could have a better companion.
So now that you know a little bit about my companion, I'll tell you about our sector. I seriously feel like I'm in the Bronx of New York. I absolutely love it! There are dogs literally everywhere. I can't go 5 seconds and not have a dog in my peripheral vision. One of the favorite parts of my sector though is home to some of the meanest dogs. I like it because the dogs actually chase us. Haha, it's so scary but so fun at the same time.
I have already had an embarrassing moment. Well.. many, but I will share one with you that happened more recently. This was actually last week (Octubre 12) and we were at a menos activos house. We are about ready to leave this guy's house and he gets us these gargantuan glasses of Diet Pepsi pumped to the brim with carbonation. Keep in mind, we just got out of a huge almuerzo and I'm about to pass out I am so full. This guy sits on his couch staring at us waiting for us to down these glasses. Elder Stone takes it like a champ and chugs the whole thing, while it takes me like a minute to swallow every suffering mouthful. I finally get done and I am about to explode. Seriously, I felt so sick. As Elder Stone is chatting up with this guy about University, I hang around the front door thinking I'm going to have to book it while in the process of throwing up all over my suit. Seriously I felt so bad, I was sweating and swallowing saliva every 2 seconds. So as the urge comes I make a quick motion for the door but as I do this I make the most non-human burp I have ever created in my life. I turn around and everyone had stopped talking. It quickly started back up and I made my way nonchalantly back over to the group. The only thing I could muster from my embarrassed soul was a meek "lo siento." It was pretty awesome ha-ha.
That same day was my first Sunday. The only thing that I remember the most was when I sat down for the first time in the new congregation, I couldn't help but think to myself, "Dad would hate these chairs." It makes giggle to myself every time I sit down now ha-ha.