Tuesday: Here we go!
Here's what my morning looked like
5:30 - wake up
6:15 Catch a bus to Tegucigalpa
8:30 Arrive in Tegucigalpa at the meet up point. Met my comp and my zone leaders
9:00 - Arrive in my area: La Peña (which is just up the street from the mission office)
Our apartment is in a neighborhood (first time that has happened in a while) and on the second floor. The room for our clothes doesn't have lightbulbs (fun) but overall it's pretty nice. Our pila is inside our apartment (weird).
I managed to be in Sigua for the whole summer (summer is March, April and part of May), so the weather here is pretty great.
We went around and made some quick visits so not too much to talk about there. Let's just say there is a lot more missionary work going on here than in Sigua.
Wednesday: Minecraft and Temple
No. I didn't play minecraft here, but the service project we did was minecraft in real life.
So we went to someone's house to do a service project. Our job was to excavate someone's backyard. This guy has the backyard part of his property, but there is no space to put anything back there because it's just a section of the mountain. He enlisted my district's help to excavate it.
It was my job to catch the bags of dirt they were throwing to get it out of the backyard. I got hit, a lot. I tripped, a lot. I got knocked off the hill, once.
So after that escapade, we had a ward activity which was a trip to the temple. We brought along two investigators. We sat outside the temple and answered any questions they had. We went and stopped by the distribution center and the apartments they have there, toured the grounds, took pictures and everything.
Thursday: English Class
Every Thursday we have English class at out church building. I taught the class along with another gringo in his training so that went well... (The dictionary app we have helped).
That was kinda it for the day (we visited some inactive families if that helps)
Friday: Travel APs and the Hospital
The travel aps (missionaries who spend their time visiting other areas) came by and we spent time with them. I was coughing abnormally hard (I didn't think anything about it) and they were concerned. We contacted the mission nurses (sister missionaries who buy medication and schedule doctor visits) scheduled a hospital visit.
So I visit the hospital (which happened to be in the other mission), and we checked to see what was up.
After a covid test (came back negative), the doctor examining my nose and mouth and the doctor listening to my lungs, we found out nothing. Nothing seemed to be the problem. After using one of those ventilator things twice (not sure why), I was sent back with medication and the doctor asked for 48 hours of absolute rest. Fun.
The diagnosis officially says bronchial hyperactivity as the issue. (That just describes the symptoms!).
Saturday: Doctor was right
The doctor and the travel aps had a point. I felt awful the next day from chest pain and coughs. We had a busy schedule that day so we coordinated with our district leader and I went to his area to rest.
Because we were bored, we started talking and turns out my district leader (Elder Shirley) grew up very close to queen creek. (6 miles away technically). It was weird to talk to someone where I know exactly where they worked and went to high-school.
Sunday: First time going to ward council
I still didn't feel great, but I went and attended church the next day at the DL's ward and it was weird having class before sacrament.
After church, we had to go to ward council. Despite being out in the field for 4.5 months, I had never been to a ward council. It was just as boring as I thought it would be. 45 minutes about how finances work is BORING.
After church, I took a nap (chest hurting alot). I eventually returned to my area and just sat in bed all night.
If you're wondering how I feel now, not great. Chest hurts and still don't what's going on. Better today than Sat and Sun, but still not the best.
Well that's a depressing note to end on so uhh let's talk about my companion.
Elder Ramos
My companion is the Mexican missionary Elder Ramos. His Spanish is a little different (less Honduran phrases) and he in fact does like spicy food. He says that spicy food is a stereotype but then proceeds to say that all food in Mexico is a little spicier than it is here. I guess he realized in the field that Mexican food is actually spicy.
There, that's better.




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