Yo siempre he querido hacer uno de estos en español.
Sinceramente. Lo entenderían de todos modos...tienen traductores, pero escribir
en español me cuesta un poco...entonces...ingles será.
HEEEELLO!!! What a week we have had. It has seriously
been...very very busy. We were going to have another baptism this week, the
sister of Brenda and Yesica, but she didn't go to church. She decided that
making tortillas was more important. We were seriously disappointed, and I am
particularly bummed about it because I will be leaving this area tomorrow, (By
the way changes are tomorrow and I'm out) and I won't be able to see her
baptism. But I just hope she gets baptized someday! That is all that really matters
to me!
Well...on Friday we had a meeting in the capitol, so we got to be in a bus
aaaaaall day long. We left here at 5:00 in the morning, and had our meeting at
10:00...we got done with that at 12:00, and got back here at around 6:00.
Personally, I love busses, but my poor companion was sick the entire time.
Didn't quite puke, even though I was ready with the camera if he did. But in
the meeting I got the pleasure to be able to talk to some of the missionaries
that are in my old area, La Promision. He's actually a really good friend of
mine, Elder Parker. We got to talking about my converts, and turns out that the
Familia Tay, and the Familia Monzón are both still active! That made my day.
But what REALLY made me happy was what he told me about someone that I didn't
baptize. Her name was Gloria. She had a problem with smoking, and I think that
a few weeks ago I told you that she got baptized. Well, he finished the story
for me. Apparently she tells the story every time that they go over there. Well,
when I knocked her door, she was painting her nails, so she didn't want to
shake my hand. But I stuck my hand out anyways. Stubborn bugger I am. She says
that she felt sorry, and so she shook it. According to her, right when she
shook my hand she knew that we told the truth, and she immediately wanted to
listen to us. She just felt something! But her smoking was a really dug in
habit from something like 45 years of doing it. Well, we started with one
cigarette less a day, starting at 15. She got down to three, and couldn't get
lower than that. We fought with her, stopped by every day almost, constantly
called and texted her, but we just couldn't get it less. At that point, I left.
But apparently a few weeks after I left, her desire to smoke just left! She no
longer wanted to! She refers to me now as, "Mi angelito." Or, my
little angel. There's so much more to this story, but...those who want to know
can ask me in a few months. Needless to say, when Elder Parker told me about
this I seriously almost cried I was so happy. I had always heard about stuff
like this happening to other missionaries, but I figured it would never happen
to me. I was wrong!



Ok...on to the car story. Well, on Saturday we had a
baptismal interview. The zone leaders do the interviews of the district
leaders, but there were two district leaders on Saturday that needed
interviews. So we did divisions! I went with Elder Rucker to Patzicia, which is
about an hour and a half away from Sololá! So we headed out around 2:00 in the
afternoon for the 4:00 interview. We got there around 4:30 due to some traffic,
but she still wasn't there. The missionary who is teaching her, Elder Stapel
gave her a call. She said she was in Quiche, which, if you want to Google maps
it, it's roughly an hour an a half away too! And she said that she was ON THE
WAY there! We were very confused...but she said that she would get there at
6:00, so we decided to wait. We went out to work and all was good and well. At
around 6 we headed towards the church. No one was there. So we waited. We got
tired of waiting around 6:30, so we called Elder Tanner, a missionary with his
wife in Sololá so they could come and get us, cuz there wouldn't be busses to
get us back there. He said he was on his was, but we still had an hour and a half
to wait. So we went out to work again! When 8:00 rolled around, we called the
lady again. She was in Los Encuentros, which is still about an hour away. We
told her tough luck! Sorry! We'll do it another day and headed out with Elder
Tanner. Well...those of you chosen few who have had the joy to be able to go to
Sololá will know that in the night time it gets REALLY FOGGY here. It was just
about as bad as I had ever seen it on the way back, and Elder Tanner had his
brights on. I didn't want to be the backseat driver, so I just let him do his
thing, trusting in the Lord, or...just...hoping. Well, a turn lane opened up,
and he went right into it going about 35. He didn't notice it was a turn lane.
When the turn lane ended, and the divider showed up...there wasn't time. We
went right over that sucker and put a hole right through the oil pan and popped
two tires. It was quite the moment! So we pulled over, and there was a car
already sitting there that had done the exact same thing about five minutes
earlier. We were blessings for each other...people tend to rob isolated cars in
Guatemala, so I'm glad we could help each other out like that. Well...long
story short, we got a tow truck there about two hours later, and got to Sololá
around 12:30 at night. I was EXHAUSTED the next day. But, all's well that ends
well!
Last night I got to try a dish called, "Squid in it's ink." It was in
a can, for all of you RMs who think I'm breaking rules. But...it's exactly what
you think it is. It was DELICIOUS. I would recommend it to anyone.
Also, I heard a good joke from Elder Tanner...one of those
old people jokes, but I got a kick out of it. How many psychiatrists does it
take to change a light bulb?
Only one! But it really has to want to change! HAA!!!!
Anyways...enough of that. Love you all! And I hope you have a wonderful week!
Love,
Elder Hopper 2