Dear Family,
Here's a funny mission story for all of you. One of the Less-active members in the ward approached us this week to offer up his "tithing's to Jesus". We happened to be in the chapel as I was practicing the piano for sacrament and he walked in with a little box. It first we were nervous that he was going to propose or something because he has previously expressed some interest in past missionaries.
Fortunately, he said it was a gift for Jesus. He opened it up and there was a candle, a figure of a dove, and incense with a picture of the virgin Mary on it. There were coins scattered throughout and a sign that said "Para Jesus. De Jose. Espero que te guste, mi Senor." (To Jesus. From Jose. I hope you like it, Lord) I think his intentions were quite sweet but we had no idea what to do. We were just very positive and arranged a time where we could come over and teach him a little bit. We plan on bringing and a tithing envelope so he can fill out the form for his change and we can talk a little bit more in depth about tithing. We probably could have handled things better and taught sooner. He was very sincere, but in retrospect it was a very funny situation.Thanks for the pictures, Mom, of Grandpa's funeral. It seems like everyone who even remotely knew Grandpa was present. The cultural hall was packed! I wish I could have been there, but I am glad there was so much support. I also enjoyed the pictures of Markie and her friends! Loved it, loved the dress! Can you send pictures of your homecoming dress too please?
Oh, the weekly update. Cockroach baits are much more effective than Raid. We have drastically reduced the number of cockroaches in our car!
This week was the ward Christmas party. First of all, we should remember next time that when an activity is supposed to start a 7, it really means 8 or 8:30. I can't believe I forgot that critical rule. It was really fun though. Organized chaos. Quite different from the strict Mormon culture I am used to back home. There was so much food. And the serving system is seriously flawed. Everyone who cooks a dish is in charge of serving it, so there is no way you can refuse any of the food. The are all so proud and want you to love it, so they heap it onto your plate. It was spilling over by the time I was out of the line. And they kept checking up on me to make sure I was eating and loving their food. I was sooo full by the time I was done. And with all the oil they put in that food I felt pretty gross at the end too.
Ricardo, (our investigator) came and everyone was so friendly. I was so nervous that we wouldn't feel comfortable and it was hard to leave his side. I felt a little bit like a mother bear.(I can see that in the future that is going to be a hard tendency to fight) But, in the end it was great that we left him in the care of a few ward members, because they were eager to fill him with friendship and warm welcome.
I am finally getting used to way that the people here switch so fluently between English and Spanish. The part that is hard it that their accent does not change, so there is no signal of when they switch. When slurred together rapidly it is so hard to tell whether they are using English words or Spanish. But some words that are strictly English: sun-tan, voice-mail, "break"isito (a short break). There are several more which I am starting to notice.The mission is a rollercoaster of emotions. I did not know I could feel so much in one day. It is amazing how quickly and how often you feel, despair, excitement, power, frustration, dread, everything. I thought the emotions would be spread out through the days, but it is actually minutes. It is hard to keep up, but this is the first week that I feel I have some sort of a handle on something. It's a one handed grip but it is better than nothing.
Well, I love you all and can't wait to talk to you on Christmas!
Hermana Palmer






