11/7/2017

Yo ma, its ya boiiii! crazy story, we had divisions again this time I went with Elder Sweetin, the new zone leader. He is brand new so we got lost going to an appointment, and out of nowhere this guy shouts Gueros!(white boys) and we were scared at first because he was tatted from his earlobes to his toes and was all scarred up. He invited us in and we entered very cautiously. He just opened up to us. He was about to kill himself, was drinking and was about to start cutting himself until he bled out but he said he decided to pray for some reason, and right after something caught his attention outside and we were walking right in front of his house. He has a sad life; both his parents died, he has 3 kids who all don't want to see him, he just got out of jail and while he was explaining this to us he explained how all of his scars were self-harm scars all over his face arms and chest and he was serious too.  There was a razor blade on the table in front of him, but we calmed him down shared a message and now I think he is doing pretty good and is investigating. Thinking about this it is so crazy how much trust the Lord has in us missionaries to put us in the path of people like this.

My boy Jordan is tearing it up! I'm so proud of that kid. He going first round. All my clothes are fairly large to be perfectly honest. All my pants are quite baggy and my shirts, but hey its mission life I ain't complaining, especially after being here and seeing what everyone else who lives here has to wear because they have no option. We went to the temple today.  It was awesome.  I could understand pretty much the entire thing so that is good and everyone here loves the missionaries so we get treated like royalty most of the time but the travel is rough. An hour and a half on the bus on uneven roads is a pain in the neck. It is insane - it should really only be a 15-minute drive, it is probably about the same distance that we are to the Salt Lake Temple, but it is insane outchea in these streets ma. 

Here are some pics for my people back home. The ones on the hill I'm not sure how far you can see because of the smog, which honestly wasn't even that bad that day but about half way from where I am to the other side of the valley is the boarder of our mission and the southeast mission.
The other one is the sewage creek that flows through our area. I can only explain the smell to what I imagine a portapotty at a Kenny Chesney concert in the middle of the day in Mobile, Alabama to smell like.

10/31/2017

 Milagros este semana. First off we had a baptism scheduled for Saturday and our investigator didn't pass her special interview. We will hopefully have it this week. We had a combined service with the stake, and only 6 out of the original 10 got baptized. Our zone leader, a beast of a missionary, Elder Ake did a font call to his investigator with an oh so sweet reinactment of the waters of mormon talk in Mosiah. His investigator got baptized, but that's not the craziest part. 4 more people followed her and had to get interviews right there in the chapel. All the elders were out in the hall filling out the cedulas, y district leaders were interviewing people and Elder Ake was on the phone with president the whole time. It was crazy. But don't worry it was all done in order, nobody was baptized who wasn't ready. It was crazy brazy.

We also had zone conference this past week, and mom, my mission president might be the wisest man of all time. I learned oh so much.  I am bummed Elder Guerrero, my old zone leader, got transferred. He was awesome. He reminded me a lot of Keaton with his personality.

This lady we eat with on Sunday asked what my favorite food in the states was a few weeks ago and I told her bbq. So she made me bbq ribs on Sunday. It was heavenly. It really wasn't bad, not like america but it was good.

I'm so stoked for my boy Jordan slangin slices down there in Mississippi. Lookin' like a young Marcus Mariota but more Hawaiian and cooler. I thought more exciting stuff would happen here honestly. but I'm probably just used to it now so I don't know. That's kind of it for now.

Love ya. Stay safe. God bless

Elder Adams

10/24/2017

How is life in the valley? This week was good we just chillin in the concrete jungle outchea. We were able to go to plaza Aragon. It is the biggest mall I've ever seen. We got special permission because my comp needed a new suit, so I bought some saucy gear, a backpack, jacket, and a few ties. As for the package, I am sorry mom but all I got was the Jordan sweater, a few shirts, the mp3, and the speaker. None of the other stuff was there. The worse thing about this place is the smell is gnarles barckley. There are more smells in this place than a chuck e cheeses.

Cool story: I had to look on family search this week to find out how to use it because we taught a fireside about family history on Sunday. I found out we have family here. Hernan Martin who migrated from Spain moved to the Durango area, and some of his children moved to Distrito Federal, which is Mexico City. This is curious... maybe I'm here to find some of our distant family and dunk 'em in the waters of Mormon. That's my fun story for the week.

The language is coming along little by little. I'm at the point where I'm able to understand a lot of the words beings said but my brain still wants to translate it into English so I have to think about what they are saying and try to translate it in my head and I fall behind on the sentence. So it's still a wee bit frustrating but the progression is coming though there are some people who I have no idea what they are saying, usually older men. I am learning a lot and can say things in my head but when it actually comes to talking it is almost like I just revert back to the basic MTC Spanish. I don't know why I just need to apply what I learn throughout the entire day while I'm walking and stuff. Anyways I dont know what else to say.

Love ya. God Bless.

Elder Adams