So my first full week iin Spanish has been great, but we also cover an english ward so its not all just spanish. I do speak a lot of spanish though. My companion, however prefers to speak English if we're talking to somebody who knows both, so that's kinda been cutting down on it... The thing is, though that the spanish ward has been having the most trouble getting baptisms, and I imagine that missionaries having that attitude is why. It's not really a bad thing, because sometimes it does allow us to communicate more effectively, and they can feel the spirit better when they understand better, but I mostly try to just speak spanish to them if they speak it, and I have seen that as we've been doing that, we've been finding more people who only speak spanish, and we've been better able to communicate with them.
Also, we found this place that sells the most delicious aguas frescas ever and they are cheap in large quantities. So that's cool. It does get pretty hot, but I have honestly found myself enjoying it. It's kinda wierd... but good because I think it hits 100 degrees almost every day.
I've also found that Sundays are my favorite days to do missionary work because it's the Lord's day so it feels like there's extra spirit. Maybe it's also because we just took the sacrament to renew our covenants and just haven't really had time to mess up yet... haha
So yesterday we found this guy named Rey (who only speaks spanish), who lost his wife and kids and pretty much everything he lived for, and now he's alone in this old, beat up house. He actually takes very good care of it though, and of himself. He is a very respectable, but kinda sad man... anyways, he had just been thinking to himself, and sort of to God, "What is my purpose here now? Why am I here alone?," when we knocked on the door. Then he didn't have to be alone! Also we started to share our message with him and how it could help him. We'll be going back tonight, so keep him in your prayers.
I've had a lot of cool experiences, but I can't rally remember everything because my brain is kinda fried... That's been pretty common lately, actually. Time just keeps getting shorter and shorter... which doesn't make sense because the world actually takes slightly (by an infinitesimal fraction) longer to spin on it's axis and around the sun every day (and year). So really I should feel like I have more time every day. Oh well...
So on the fourth of July ( I forgot to tell this story) the bishops son was riding a unicycle around the ward fourth of july party and doing little jumps, so of course I had to prove that I was as cool as him. Not trusting myself to stay upright on a unicycle, I grabbed the nearest scooter and proceeded to try and jump on that. It turns out scooters are a lot smaller than I remember, and I miscalculated how hard I needed to pull on the handle bars. I basically just pulled the scooter out from under myself and fell on my back in front of the whole stone oak ward. It was super funny, but my tailbone and wrist still hurt haha. The moral of the story is that anybody who can jump a unicycle is always cooler that everyone else around them.
So I've go to go now, but it's been a blast. Love y'all and talk to you next week!
Elder Katzakian
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