Week 4 - Time is Flying

He's adorkable.

So Dad wanted me to talk about the daily grind a bit. We have classes from 8:30 to 12:15. Right now we're learning about future and present progressive conjugations, which are the easiest by far. I'm excited and also not excited for those. We have more classes from 3 to 6, and then we do computer work for an hour or so. We have gym time from 1:30 to 2:30, and our district plays some mean volleyball. We had a district tournament and won. We play a lot of volleyball and foursquare on p-day and during gym time. But on the days I want to take it easy, our district leader lets me go on splits with Elder Muñoz. He's writing a short story, and always wants me to play some mood music for him, with which, I am happy to oblige. 

I did get to watch General Conference in English, and I was a big fan of Elder Zwick's talk on seeing through the Lord's eyes. Conference at the CCM was just like conference at home, except I took a few more notes and didn't fall asleep. It was a good time. The time flies by pretty quick here. I can't believe it's Week 4. 

Going into Mexico City for immigration today taught me two things: I really want to get out into the field, and I don't know nearly enough Spanish.

So, my companion is Elder Park. He's form Firth, Idaho, and he plays a lot of baseball and basketball. He's pretty good at sports, and he's my guy for volleyball. He's a good companion. We have a lot of chats and discussions on how we react to things and what we should do about stuff.  He's a really good kid, and he helps me keep my head level. He was actually supposed to be here August 1st, but he broke his arm, so they moved him to my week. At first he was bummed, but he's pretty glad he's here with our group.

There's this missionary in our casa from Torreón, Mexico. His dad died when he was six, and his mother is very against the church. One day he was sitting in our room when he picks up Butterfield's watch. In broken english, he asked, "Whose watch is this? It's very pretty. He told us his story about how, in a fit of rage over his mission, his mother broke his only watch, and he couldn't afford another one before he left. Touched, Butterfield said, "it's yours if you want it." This young Elder started to cry and said it was probably the most expensive gift he'd received in his life. A few days later, we had some donuts, and Elder Park gave him the rest. He asked to borrow a tie clip for the temple this morning, so I offered him mine, plus 50 pesos to buy another one at a tienda by the temple. He asked when I'd want mine back, and I told him that if he wanted to give it back, then he could whenever. But, it was his if he wanted it. He leaves for Saltillo on Monday, and he is serving his mission, despite his family troubles. He is blown away that minimum wage is $7.25 in america, as it's about $4 in Mexico. He asked for all our emails, and will only refer to us as, "Best Friends" He has the purest spirit, and I know that his mission experience will be powerful, and incredible. He hopes to baptize his family when he returns. I wish him luck.

¡Adios, Hasta proxima semana!