tuesday night we were sitting outside the house of one of our citas waiting for them to come home, when this man on a motorcylce started to go up the road past the street we were on. then he stopped and came down the street we on. he flew past us sitting on the curb, and then he stopped turned around and came back to talk to us. he just said that he was going through a rough part of life and that he had seen the missionaries walking around and wondered why we were so happy all the time. we talked a little about the savior and then the family wewere waiting for showed up and we had to go, but we gave him our number and got his adress and we have tried tostop by a few times, but no luck yet.
then when we started teaching the lesson to this family their youngest son eduardo, and their daughter nicole brought out a bowl of cookies. they handed me and elder archer one, and we ate them, and then they handed us another one. and another. and another. and another. and another. and another. and another. we seriously ate at least 10 cookies. my hand always had a cookie in it for the next half hour!
we are talking to an hermana zenter. she is about 20,and whenever we teach her, her neighbor´s little kids always come out and listen. any ways we were teaching her and we asked if she had prayed about what we had taught her, and she said yes (which was awesome), and then whe asked how she felt. she said when she prayed she felt peace and this really good feeling. (which was also awesome!!!) when she said that i honestly did a double take. i leaned over to elder archer and asked him if she just said peace, because peace is one of the feelings it explicitly tells you are from the spirit in galatians 5:22-23 (didnt even need to look that up ;) ) he then leaned back over to me and said that he thought so, and we asked her a bunch of clarifying questions to be sure she was talking about our lessons and yeah it was a pretty cool experiance, especially because we have only had one lesson with her and there were a bunch of little kids running around, so it was a little crazy.
ok now for the nitty gritty, slightly unsightly, not for the faint hearted real side of missionary work they dont even come close to preparing you for in the MTC.
I ate a chicken heart on friday. we went to our pension for lunch, and we always have soup and a main dish. and in my soup i saw this dark lump floating around. so i pick it up on my spoon, and it is a chicken heart! aortic valve and everything!! i showed my companion, and he was like dude you got to eat it. i was honestly the most scared i have been on my whole mission. any ways i knew i was going to do it. so i just kinda prepared my self, and popped it into my mouth. i started chewing and it wsnt actualy that bad. taste and texturally. the fact that i knew it was a chicken heart was pretty bad... but it was just a tough piece of meat about the size of the top half of my thumb, with a slightly bloody after taste... it honestly wasnt that bad though.
Another weird fod i ate was these beans you had to peel twice. you took them out of the pod, and then you had to peel the individual beans. They were super rico, to use the words of our pension´s son.
today we hiked to a waterfall and it was great. it reminded me of going hiking in southern utah with my family. i will put in some pictures cause i took plenty.
i realized everytime i am reading the scriptures and it talks about a righteous mother, i picture you doing what they did.
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