Week 25: But we seguired adelante

Well this week has been kinda dry tbh. Mostly because of semana santa. Here in guatemala, they don't celebrate easter, they celebrate this whole week and it ends on easter. But it's not as fun as easter. Basically everyone just doesn't work. Basically everyone hit that se fue button or rather, that dip button, because everyone closed their stores and dipped. Like all of our main tiendas closed up and it was really hard to buy food. The worst part was there wasnt any buses. So we couldn't go to Nenton tristemente. But also we couldn't get one to Monajil, an aldea on the top of the hill-small mountain. So we had to hike up there a few times. Also our town was dead. Right now our investigator list is pretty dry. Plus it didn't help that no one was in their house because of holy week.

But we seguired adelante.

Despite not having buses, we worked in Monajil more than ever before. We met a few positive people and also our man William was there. We taught him and his family and they were pretty accepting of everything. Then we went back two days later and the man was super bolo. Drunk. Still very talented musically tho. He had a few of his bolo buddies with him and he preformed a song for us. It was very entertaining and they were dancing and it was super funny but also kinda sad cuz now were gonna have to have a talk about the palabra de sabiduria. Also we met tons of people that said they knew a guy like us. Apparently theres a guy serving in Idaho thats from here. We just don't know them because they live in the area of other elders. He made a pretty big impact here tho. So we'll see where that goes.

Also here in Guate, good bread doesn't exist. You can buy like a loaf of sliced bread but it's still not the best. But all the pan from the bakeries are somehow dryer than my email inbox. At first I was confused but then I think I figured it out. So a hermana in our ward has a big stone oven. Her whole family was baking a whole bunch of bread for the holiday and they gave us some. It was straight out of the oven and it was really good. Very soft. Very normal almost American. When they saw me eating it they all laughed and said that I was gonna get sick. So now I know why the breads trash here.

Also earlier in the week we met this super positive guy on a bus. He told us he talked to some elders earlier and that he really wanted to talk to us and go to church. He told us to come by the next day and he wasn't there. Then he told us to come the next day and he wasn't there and it continued. Finally on Saturday we called him and he said Im not home so we said aight just come to church tomorrow and he was like, for sure. Can you meet me somewhere cuz i don't know where it is. So we were really happy and thought this would finally be it, but then he didn't come. Super disappointing.

Then the people that were supposed to give talks didn't show. So I had to fill like 30 min. Then our Sunday School teacher didn't show so we had to wing that too. Then at night we had an interesting lesson about the Plan of Salvation. They were having a hard time understanding it. Somehow the conversation led to why baby baptisms aren't the move and it seemed like we explained it perfectly but all their doubts low-key matched with our explanations and conflicted their beliefs, but I mean thats kinda how it works out here.

So thats pretty much my week but, I almost forgot. Out here they have these things called futadas. They're just bags of sugar water. But you can find them in every tienda or like every 4 houses for 7 cents. So they literally just taste like sugar water, but we found one tienda that sells like an off brand kind that tastes just like otter pops. They're always sold out when we pass so when the distribution truck passed we bought 50 of them. It was quite nice and we drank them all in like 3 days.

Today for pday we squaded up with San Antonio and went to this River. It's called the Rio Azul. You'll see why. Also rio means river and azul means blue. So yeah we went there. First we went to San Antonio in a very packed bus. It hurt my neck and my back and I wanted to die. But then when we got to San Antonio we had to go to this other city called Jacaltenango. It's actually way big and super sick but there aren't missionaries out there. Saber porque. But yeah we had to ride another packed bus but, we rode on the roof so that was super lit. The rio was super pretty and it was a good day.

Elder Severe

Bread making oven

The sugar water we picked up from the distribution truck