The Tostada Incident

¡Hola amigos! (Yep, another Wylie 2 missionary learning Spanish)


I just got to the Mexico MTC on Tuesday.  The first couple days here were so packed full of information that I barely knew what was going on, but I'm getting used to it here.  One of the first things I was told was that the red chicken in the cafeteria here is safe.  Which is funny because everyone I know that ate it got extremely sick, so I'm still avoiding it.


Somehow the Spanish is going extremely well.  And by somehow, I mean God is blessing me with the gift of tongues.  It's been pretty amazing to see the difference with Christ as the true focus of my life.  The Spirit is unbelievably strong here sometimes.


After the first couple days, my companion and I made a list of everything we needed to get done over the next couple days.  We spent every second we had trying to get all our assignments done, but we only knocked out like a quarter of the list.  For a bit we were pretty stressed, but we realized we couldn't do it all so we just did what we could and rolled with it.  That's all we can really do.  If you tried your best and things don't work out then it was gonna happen no matter what.


Also how do you eat a freaking tostada?? I tried picking it up with my hands, but all the meat was too heavy for the poor fried tortilla bottom.  I had to cut the remains of my tostada with my fork, but it was really awkward to cut the chip with a fork.  I just don't get it.  Why can't they bend the tortilla and make it a regular taco.  Life doesn't have to be this hard guys.


Other than the little stress and the tostada incident, I'm really loving it here.  I fit right in.  I love learning Spanish and especially learning about Christ and I'm excited to share my knowledge and joy with others.


Until next week,


Élder Blacker





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