Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Wesley's Letter 2-18-13

Guacamole Santo!

Guess what? I’m 21 in 2 days! What, WHAT?

So I forgot the camera and cord again, my bad, but just know the good experiences keep coming.

On Saturday Santos's wife Teresa got baptized and he did the ordinance so that was sweet. It was pretty funny because she was pretty hard hearted in the beginning, but the persistence of her husband played off.

Last night my comp and I walked all the way to Kaxatha, in the dark, where a member introduced us to one of his family friends. It was he, his wife and his 3 children. After a short lesson we invited them to be baptized and they all accepted.

From Kaxatha to Motul is about a 30 minute walk with nothing but
Moonlight and more stars than VH1, Ayo!

Last night we had transfers, I’m still here but apparently things have been going so well here for us that they’re going to send some more missionaries here and divide my area. And whom should they send, but my old comp Elder Barrow. He is going to open Motul 1 training.

I’m telling you my English has gone right down the toilet. I can’t remember how any of the hip young slang goes any more and it stinks.

Today I don’t have much to say except some other missionaries and I are going to a local restaurant called Trompos for my birthday.

That’s all for today. Just want to wish all merry Elder Smith’s birthday.

Con CariƱo,
Elder Fransisco de Montejo Gustavo de los Angeles de Guadalupe Smith

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Wesley's Letter 2-11-13

Sup guys,

Good news, I brought the cable today so I’ll send some pics.

Whelp the good news is that we’ve got a sweet market right down the street, so I’ve been learning how to really cook these last few days. It turns out cooking is actually a very simple and easy thing to do. This last week I learned how to cook legit burgers, straight up in n out in Motul.

Yep, also just to explain some of these pictures, there’s one of me and my comp Elder Torrentera holding the championship belt of Itzimna Zone, basically me and my kid rock so we’ve held on to it for the last 3 weeks straight. But you know whatever.

Another is of when Santos and Leonardo got baptized last week, which was a pretty spiritual baptism. We ended up giving them ties and hymn books as congrats gifts.

There’s a picture of me and Elder Torrentera walking the long road from Kaxatha.

Quick fun fact Maya is actually a very vulgar language, in their idiomatic phrases they use crude objects to express normal things. You can see 2 old women talking together about innocent things and if you translated it directly to English the translation would sound like drunk sailor talk. Anyways, I recently found out the translation of what Kaxatha means in Maya, Kaxa means "hold on to" and that means "poop" so roughly translated it means "hold your poop."

Pretty much the rest are just pictures of Motul.


Much love ya,