Hola amigos,
This week's email is gonna be a bit different. I´m separating it into mini stories that happened this week! Hope you guys enjoy! Upgraded Pillow! Not sure if you guys know but I was sleeping on the worst pillow I´ve ever used in my life for the first week in the field. BUT, I was shopping last P´day in the Colonia and I found a real Pillow!! My comp. and I lay down in the middle of the store to test it out. That just added to all of the usual staring. I mean I'm the only white guy for ages out here, and plus I'm a missionary. Some lady was following us after that because she thought we were up to something. I was walking around holding a big pillow, a bag of chocolate milk, and some body wash. Deathly Dry Cleaning My comp. and I didn´t want to hand wash our clothes on P´day. Entonces, we took our clothes to the dry cleaners. It was really cheap. I was actually expecting a decent job, but they straight up destroyed my clothes. My pants are shrunk and wrinkled soooo bad. They didn't even smell good man. I'm gonna stick to hand washing from now on. Taliban!!! We were walking back to our house after a long day of work. It was very dark. Out of nowhere a guy with a Taliban hat comes out of the bushes with a big gun and starts pointing and yelling at a group of people across the street. I was so sketched! All the people were running, but it turns out he was just kidding and trying to scare his friends. Phew. Sung a Hymno to Jose This was a little creep. I´m Serious! After a good lesson to one of our best investigadors, my comp pulls out a hymn book. Oooo I knew this couldn't be good. My comp was like do you want to hear a sample of a song from our church. the guy seemed creeped, but was like sure I guess, so we sang. Just me and my comp, for a lloooooong time man. Straight up 4 verses bro and we were really bad. It was really awkward. Ha. Ummm. Gulp. Rainstorm from the Siths We finished our last lesson of the day. It was really dark. We were also 2-3 miles away from our dinner appointment, so we started walking. It was chill but the wind started to pick up, like really man. The dust was flying in our face. We started running. It was too late. Instantly it was pouring. The streets were muddy and the water was up to the bottom of our calfs. We made it to our appointment, ate dinner, drenched their house. It was still pouring on the way home. We got home and showered in our clothes because who cares man, we basically just went swimming bro. Peace! Soggy Handshakes There´s this girl that feeds us dinner every Wednesday. She´s a less active and she´s obseeessssed with all of the missionaries! In her house she gets pics with every missionary and frames it. She´s what we call a guiper, a flirter, and one thing that all guipers do is give you the soggiest handshake of your life! I dread them. It's like holding a dead fish bro. Raymond MoneyMaker! We were contacting. My comp got a call on his phone while we were in between houses. The guy spoke English! He was really racist and just because my comp has an accent he assumed he couldn't speak English and refused to speak with him, so I talked to him. He was like I live here in Catacamas and I need to get incontact with my old LDS bishop from Tennessee, but I lost his number! Anyway, I was like bro we can try but we don't even have internet so you probably have a better chance of finding him than us. People call me Vanilla!! all the time and Hay Gringito!! I am the DEVIL!!! Okay. highlight and lowlight of the week. Gulp. We were walking to our first appointment of the day. About 1 minute away from our house we hear a guy yelling. He was pretty far away. He was like (in Spanish) I am the Devil!!! I will Bleeepen Kill you!!! My comp and I started walking fast. I wasn't that worried cause he was clear back there on the dirt road. We were speed walking anyway and then we hear louder faster footsteps. We turned around and the guy was hauling and he wasnt running normal. He had literal Mission Impossible running form. We were sketched, but we knew we couldn't out run him so we let him catch up to us. He stopped so fast right in between us and started just walking casually inbetween us. I wanted to laugh. Haha you guys know me. Anyway he said some stuff I didnt understand. and then he shook my hand, but he shook it super hard and like pulled me into his chest. He started swearing and stuff and making fun of me. Then he was like I have killed four people so don't mess with me!! My comp was like tranquilo man, but he grabbed him too. THEN!! BRO!!! You won't believe this man!! He lifts up his shirt and pulls a massive machete out of his pants!!!!! I was like the song, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum , RUN. and I ran away really fast cause I mean who wants to get stabbed. My comp just stood there and wasn't running so I stopped and waited for him. Eventually the guy was like I will kill you both unless you give me your watches. So we did. He swore some more and then was like alright and walked away. Split with Obando I went contacting with another missionary in the district, Elder Obando. He doesn't speak English so it was good practice. He's a cool guy. He's a convert and used to drink and smoke and stuff. He has a tatoo too. Anyway, I contacted with him for a few hours and he made me teach a lot of the lessons but it was goood practice. Creepy Prayers So the prayers here are different bro. most of them start out with buenas tardes or gracias padre and stuff like that. Anyway, this Sunday we went to a stake conference sort of thing in Juticalpa about an hour bus ride of death away. It was in a weird place. There was a bar in there and the cleaning ladies were just mopping the floor during the talks. We didn't even take the Sacrement. The guy who said the opening prayer started with buenas tardes and then said soome weird stuff. His prayer was more like a talk because it was literally 4 minutes long man. Also one more thing. People cannnnnt sing here. at alll. man. Like they had a mini choir there with 10 really old ladies and they were soooo bad. I'm sorry, but I was laughing pretty hard during that. Hahaha. Bones and Spaghetti Man I had to force this meal down. It was some alright rice (best part of the meal), some cold potato salad, dried bananas that have no flavor whatsoever, they tasted like potatoes, and the worst part...some chicken, mostly bones maybe a tad of actual chicken, but it was covered in like Spaghettios or something and they were cold too! Awwww man, I just wanted to dump my plate to the dogs sooo bad, but my comp made me eat all of it!!!! Alright, phew! That's enough stories for today kids. Thanks for reading. I´m doing great even though time is going by slow. I still can barely understand what people are saying, but my Spanish is improving a little bit every day. The work is hard and sometimes boring, but I push through it. It's gonna be easier once I pick up the language. Not really any big spiritual experiences this week, but I'm definetely learning a lot more for myself about this gospel. I hope you guys have a good day! and also have a Great day! Peace!
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AuthorElder Christian Sullivan Archives
July 2019
CategoriesComayaguela, Honduras Mission
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