We Ain't in America Anymore

• Holaaaa from what is now actually completely third world! First off, I am completely 100% sure that I am the whitest person on this entire country! I've never had cars pull off to the side of the road (Or swerve- some swerve at you) to shake hands with or point at the gringo! One of the families we taught yesterday all wanted to take pictures (which they posted on Facebook) with us, cuz even when they were all standing on chairs we were still taller than they were! My comp Elder Petronilo's from Mexico and about six foot and some change- Also he speaks 27 words of english. So communication's a real treat! And I have never met a person who walks faster than I run! Our area's by the coast, so its crazy hot and humid. We'll both have sweat just pouring off of our faces and he won't slow down at all! 
• It's been crazy though- we left the MTC at five yesterday morning, went to our president's house for interviews, went to a church to meet our comps, then hopped on the bus back to our area and got to work! We had been on the bus about five minutes when my comp turned me and told me I had to go contact the bus. So I stood up in front of this Guatemalan bus, (Which had so many people they were hanging out the doors and windows- buses here are crazy) and shouted a gospel message to all of them! Then we went person by person and asked if they wanted to here more. We dropped off my bags at our... um.... house I guess you'd call it? I can't even say how blessed we are to live where we do in America. To have even simple things like carpet, no bugs, WATER! I will never again take clean water for granted. Also even the concept that things can actually be clean. It's crazy to see the contrast between how we live and people down here do.
• As soon as we dropped off my stuff, we hit the streets. We started to some appointments he had lined up, and on the way we would contact almost every person we met. And by we I mean I'd say hi and watch while they talked cuz I don't know what they taught us in the MTC, but it definitely wasn't spanish. I understand maybe every thirty-second word? It's been a crazy humbling experience- on sunday in the CCM I was asked to speak again, and was able to give about a 12 minute talk on faith on the spot with no notes. So I was feeling pretty good about my spanish- then now I'm here and I have no idea what the heck anybody's saying. My Elder Petronilo's been pushing me though- in every one of the seven or eight lessons we taught yesterday, every minute or two he'd turn and look at me and wait until I started talking. And I was actually able to! Good to know I'm not a complete dead weight to my comp. But I can already feel the goodness of these people. We were meeting with the Rodriguezes, and they sent their daughters out into the streets to go get us drinks and chips, and wouldn't let us leave without filling our cups about five times. Which is probably good, because I am never not dripping sweat. 
• Well that's all for today, I don't have a ton of time. But I love you all, and I promise you all that the Lord's there and he loves all of us! Even in my limited spanish I can feel the power of those words when testifying it to these people. And I can already see their lives changing and becoming better- becoming truly happy. 
• Hasta la proxima semana!
• Elder Tadje