First and
foremost, it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. Every night I would
get back to my apartment and just think, wow is it really time to go to
bed?Ttime flies when you work hard.
Life is great in San Fran,
We have about 6 investigators but right now only about half are
progressing. We have four baptismal dates set and if we can work hard I
know that we'll seal the deal and help the barrio grow!
But
there is a HUGE problem of inactive members here and over half our days
are spent trying to reactivate. I guess this area has had a problem of
baptizing for numbers and we have a lot of inactives. Everyone is
super nice but Dominicans are freakin stubborn!
As for my Spanish, it has definitely improved but I try not to think about it
whatsoever. Trying to mark your progress everyday is like trying to
watch grass grow. So I don't even try to think bout it.
We had a zone meeting on Monday
and I talked to an elder who has been out for one more transfer than me.
He lives with three other Americans and he says he hasn't felt like his
espanol has improved whatsoever. So I'm wicked grateful for Elder Rodriguez.
In other news this place in sooo dirty. We walk
past this river every day and its legit filled with trash and it's a
different color everyday. People just dump their crap in the streets and
it all flows down, if it weren't so peligroso I'd take a picture. But my
camera will get stolen if I take it out of the apartment.
I don't have much else to really say!
The ward has about 70 active members and we have a few great member missionaries.
Whenever
we go to someone's house they feed us either coke or jugo. I'm kind of
bummed about that because I hate sugared drinks. But I cant be rude! I
don't really eat much though. We have a big meal at 1 and if no one feeds
us throughout the day I'll eat like an orange before bed - that's it.
This
work is great and once I leave the house at three for the day I just
get sooo pumped. I'm a gosh darn missionary and puedo combiar peoples
lives! Its awesome.
We had a dope lesson last Wednesday night
with a family and I didn't say anything until the end and I bore my testimony
that I knew these things were true. I started crying because I was so
overcome with everything. The spirit really took over.
If I've
learned one thing this week it's to never be afraid of anyone. Once I let
go of the fact that I can't speak great Spanish and just started loving,
that's when I have been able to speak my mind and heart.
Be obedient
Move your feet
Open your mouth
Never be afraid and always love
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