Well, i´ll start off by saying that life is super different here.
If you want to look it up on Google, the city that I am in is called Chiautempan, Mexico, about an hour or so north of Puebla (it is close to the city Tlaxcala de Xicohtencatl, good luck pronouncing that).
On Monday, a group of about 6 of us all going to Puebla North left the MTC at about 5 in the morning, flew to Texas, waited for about 6 hours in the Dallas Airport until at 6:00, the flight to Puebla left. In the airport, we talked to a few people, met a black guy named Brigham Young, and waited. On the way to Puebla, there were only about 15 people on the relatively small plane. We talked to the lady that gives water and stuff (I forgot the name of that job) a little about the gospel and we gave her a book of mormon (she seemed excited).
Monday night, we stayed in the Mission Home (where the mission president lives). That house is super nice! It was in the middle of one of the only rich neighborhoods in the area. President Christenson is pretty awesome; I believe that he emailed you guys a photo.
The next day, the president gave us a little orientation (all in English), then he drove all of us newbies to a chapel across town for a mission conference. On the way there, we got to see what Mexico was like outside of the rich neighborhood, and it is very poor place! The city is dirty and unorganized, everybody drives very aggressively, and there are couples everywhere publicly displaying affection.
When we arrived at the church, we received our trainers and the areas that we are going to. My trainer/companion is Elder Alejandre. He is from Monterrey, Mexico and speaks no English. Elder Alejandre is pretty awesome! I am grateful to have him as a trainer!
After the mission conference, we took the bus to our house. According to American standards, our house is pretty crappy, but apparently, it is nicer than many of the houses that I have yet to live in. All the houses in Mexico (or at least my area) are made almost completely of concrete. Concrete floors, concrete walls, concrete ceilings, concrete stairs etc. Also, all of the houses are connected by sharing a wall. All the houses here are super weird; they are painted weird, bright colors (if they are painted at all), they are all small, dirty, and mistreated.
Right now, we have about 5 or 6 investigators. But our mission president said that this mission will be just as much of a reactivation mission as a baptising mission. He also said that about 90% of converts in Mexico go inactive! There are so many less-actives here, its sad! President Christenson also said that we arent going to be knocking on doors much or doing many street contacts because he wants us to focus more on membership referrals.
The people here are surpisingly friendly and humble. The members of the ward are all super awesome!
The other day, a member fed us Molé de Panza... Panza means pig stomach. So basically, they cut up pig stomach, cook it, and then put it in a soup. it didn't taste very bad, but the texture was super weird! It was rubbery, chewy, soft, there was a layer of fat on it, and some of the pieces burst liquid when I bit into it, but nevertheless, I finished the whole bowl!
I love it here, though I cant understand half of what the people are saying! Missionary work is awesome! I am excited for the day that I can understand people, because my Spanish no es bueno.
I love and miss you all so much!
Love,
Elder Davis
PS: next week i will send some pictures of my house, my hour is up and it is taking forever to loa photos on thi computer
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