September 29, 2011

Proselitismo this week went so much better, we got off the bus and went to sit on a bench to eat our lunch in this plasa filled with people. Just before we got to the bench a man yelled La Biblia Santo, we turned around and talked to him for a couple minutes and gave him a book of Mormon it was pretty sweet.  Later that day we talked to a women who was really nice and we gave here a folleto then she said something we didn´t understand and pointed at what we thought was her house. we started to walk in and I was so scared. We had nothing planed. When we got inside it was actually a church and she gave us a folleto about her church, which was like an Asian monk church. But she was really interested and said she was going to check out the stake center on Sunday. The rest of Saturday was slow because it is ciaste. We got a cita from the week previous from some latino elders. They said he wanted to learn more but couldn´t teach him because he lived in our area. So we were stressing like the whole week about teaching a real lesson. When we went down his street we found out his house didn´t exist, which was to bad. Today we are no longer the new guys the latinos and the oldest Americans left Tuesday which was kind of sad but our district and the group above us had the CCM to ourselves and the food got tons better.  There where only 14 of us down from like 65.  Today we got new missionary's only 4 elders and 2 sisters from the states and litino couple and like 14 latino elders.  Last night Presidente George and hermana George brought us down to the kitchen for a treat of ice cream and root beer floats since it was only Americans.