It's October. And it still looks like summer here. Depending on
where I go after this transfer, I may end up in a hot place. The
Imperial Valley is a place where it is always above 80 degrees in the
winter. And in the summer, it's always above 90, even at night. And
during the day, it usually hits 115 or 120.
We got to eat with a Chilean couple
last night, the L's. We ate what I term "The Cuatro Carnes", but I
have no idea what the name is. It had some polish sausage, chicken,
beef, and shrimp all cooked together with basil, bay leaf, tomatoes, and
onions. It was DELICIOUS. I really wish I could get some recipes to
bring home, but for some reason Spanish people don't want to give their
recipes to other people.
The other day, we went to contact this potential investigator on
our list, and ended up talking to this guy named E. He's about 82,
and looks like Fred Flintstone. He sat there and cracked jokes at us for
a bit, which we enjoyed, and then as we were about to leave, he told us
that if we ever needed a place to stay, that we were always welcome. We
talked to him a bit about our purpose as missionaries, and taught a bit
about the restoration. We're hoping to send the English elders over to
him. He did seem quite lonely.
And the other day, we had exchanges with the Zone leaders. I got to
go to Imperial Beach, which is a quarter mile from the border, and
spent my day with Elder B. DANG Tijuana looks dirty. Even from a
quarter mile it just looked...filthy. But at night it's really pretty.
They have a lot more lights on than we do at night. Anywho, we started
out our day with a couple of teenagers that are learning about the
gospel, read the scriptures with them, and went on our way. We then
tried contacting some investigators, to no avail, and then we ran into
C and M. M was moving to a new house, and C, her
brother, was there as well. They both recognized us and waved us over. I
assumed they were members, but apparently not. They were former
investigators that the missionaries stopped visiting a while back. We
offered our services, and spent about two hours helping them move. When
the work was done, we successfully snagged a return appointment with
dinner included. After that we went and met with G W. He's from Utah, he's a redhead, and he's got a mullet. He
just sat there and talked with us for a bit about his work, his
grandson, his family, and missionaries that visited him in Utah. He said
to come back in a week or so. And THEN...we went to meet Elder T's
and Elder B's investigators...from Haiti. They speak only French and
Spanish, so we taught a lesson about Prophets with them. Another couple
of their investigators were there, so we had a big lesson. We talked a
little bit, and F, the Haitian guy, pretty much taught the lesson.
He's a painter. And he's painted the temple. And the baptism of Jesus.
Full-size canvas. He's INSANE. We just said a little bit about how
important prophets are, and then F took over. They are SO BLACK, I
LOVE IT. He's got the black attitude with the French accent while
speaking Spanish. I really enjoyed that lesson. And then when I
mentioned it to Bishop C, he said,"Oh. So it's a "Haitian-ing" of
the work." And he started cracking up about that.
So. This week is senior week. This week, I
have to plan everything, set all the appointments, and plan all the lessons.
I'm planning on taking us into the eastern part of our area to try
contacting more investigators.
And I'll be sure to hum a little happy birthday song to myself on
Sunday. :-)
Have a great week!
-Love, Elder Crook
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