November 17,
2014
Hello all!
So, we have
reached the end of another transfer (hence the title of this week's blog). Since
I have six months here in Sochiloa it is very probable that I will be changed,
but who knows. President told me the other week "Sister Anderson, don't
worry. The longest you can be in an area is 10 months." Thank you, President.
That was uber-helpful.
Highlights:
-Something I
think is funny: When people see us in the street they feel the need to cross
themselves. Some are really subtle about it, but there was one woman this week who
was all sorts of exaggerated. As soon as we were out of ear shot I laughed
hysterically.
-Remember how
a few weeks (months?) ago I told you that I had successfully avoided eating cow
stomach? Well, Tuesday we were scheduled to eat with Hermano Beto, who works in
a meat shop, and let’s just say that we have different ideas of what parts of
animals we should eat. He told us he was going to make it for us and I was all
prepared to eat it, but then turned out he didn't have time. Whew! Just kidding.
The next day – my six-month mark in Mexico actually – we "discovered"
an inactive family while looking for an address, and they invited us to eat
menudo. Or in other words, cow stomach soup. So close. It actually tasted fine,
but when I thought "I have stomach in my mouth," that's when I almost
flipped. But I didn't. Yay, good missionary manners.
-Dirt gets
everywhere here. Everywhere. Even above the light bulbs in your ceiling, and
then it all falls on you.
-Fun fact: Here,
and also in Peru, if you don't do your Visiting Teaching in a skirt it doesn't
count. SO quit whining and just do it!
-Today I
played ice soccer! Basically we just kicked around big pieces of ice to get the
floor all wet so we could mop it. The floor ended up dirtier than it started,
but good heavens was it fun.
-I found out
that the American Elder in my district listened to rap music before his mission,
which really surprised me because he just doesn't seem the type. But when he
asked me if I listened to it and I responded "No, I was more of a Jane
Austen type" he didn't know who that was and I think I facepalmed. But it
was mostly my fault for mixing song artists and classic authors.
-Speaking of
Jane Austen, I was trying to practice my British accent to teach Hna Gonzales,
but it just kept coming out like Miss Charming in the movie
"Austenland." So I stopped.
-Also, we
took this picture this week, and it pretty much defines our companionship. Me
being weird and Sister Gonzales laughing at me.
And the funniest
story of the week to finish: We are working with the ward directory to try to
find people to teach as well as the many less-active members, because the list
has 200 FAMILIES and we usually have about 80 people in attendance. Yeah
… there is room for improvement. So while we were sitting on a bench trying to
decide who we were going to visit next, Willie, one of the kids who lives on
the block, came over and asked what we were doing. I told him that we were
looking for names, and he said, “Oh. Well there's Hernan” (he's the son of the
lady we rent from and the assistant Ward mission leader). This confused me, but
then I figured it out. In Spanish the word for name is "nombre" and the word "hombre," which
is what Willie heard, means man. So
he thought that we were looking for men. Ha. As if we have time for that.
Love you all!
Hermana
Anderson
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