2-1-16
Masaya is chill. It’s a little cooler here than Bluefields and sometimes at night it gets a little cold but when I say cold it means anywhere below 80 degrees is cold. Here we live right in front of the church so that’s sweet. I live with 3 other missionaries so 2 companionships. In Masaya there is a big volcano but we can’t climb it so that’s a bummer. I’ve heard that if you climb it you can see open lava inside. It sounds dope.
The work is going good. We had one baptism this Saturday. It went well. The ward here is chill. Masaya is a stake and we go to church in the stake center so that’s cool. It’s pretty big for a church. We get to use the family history center to write our letters so that’s cool. That means that we have air conditioning and don’t have to pay and alright EFY music in the background.
The people here in Masaya are a little tricky, but we’re working hard and we’re hoping to find some good people. Today we played soccer so that was fun. Soccer is a good sport. I’ve learned a bit here in the mission, especially with my trainer. We played soccer every p-day and at these last ward councils I’ve been to.
I think I figured out why there is no temple in Nicaragua. They put the goal for the branch in Bluefields of finding 60 names for the whole year. The goal here in Masaya is low. I can’t remember it but it was about the same. In Bluefields I tried to explain that it should be a higher goal because in Nicaragua it’s a work that hasn’t been done at all. It would be really easy to reach 60 because you have 16 great grandparents 8 grandparents and 2 parents so right there are 26 easy names to find. That is half of the goal for the ward and that is just one person. When I told them they were just like, true it should be easy but we’ll still put the goal at 60. A temple can’t run off of so few names. When I get home I guess I should work on family history. It seems important.
As you can tell I have almost nothing to write about. I remember a story. I was sitting on a rock teaching this guy when I slid forward and something stabbed me in the bum. It felt like a thorn or something. It stabbed me good. I went to pull it out and it was a fish bone. I never knew that they were so sharp because it imbedded in me pretty good. It was uncomfortable. At the end of the day there were little dots of blood on my shorts. So watch out for fish bones.
Well peace and love,
Z
Masaya is chill. It’s a little cooler here than Bluefields and sometimes at night it gets a little cold but when I say cold it means anywhere below 80 degrees is cold. Here we live right in front of the church so that’s sweet. I live with 3 other missionaries so 2 companionships. In Masaya there is a big volcano but we can’t climb it so that’s a bummer. I’ve heard that if you climb it you can see open lava inside. It sounds dope.
The work is going good. We had one baptism this Saturday. It went well. The ward here is chill. Masaya is a stake and we go to church in the stake center so that’s cool. It’s pretty big for a church. We get to use the family history center to write our letters so that’s cool. That means that we have air conditioning and don’t have to pay and alright EFY music in the background.
The people here in Masaya are a little tricky, but we’re working hard and we’re hoping to find some good people. Today we played soccer so that was fun. Soccer is a good sport. I’ve learned a bit here in the mission, especially with my trainer. We played soccer every p-day and at these last ward councils I’ve been to.
I think I figured out why there is no temple in Nicaragua. They put the goal for the branch in Bluefields of finding 60 names for the whole year. The goal here in Masaya is low. I can’t remember it but it was about the same. In Bluefields I tried to explain that it should be a higher goal because in Nicaragua it’s a work that hasn’t been done at all. It would be really easy to reach 60 because you have 16 great grandparents 8 grandparents and 2 parents so right there are 26 easy names to find. That is half of the goal for the ward and that is just one person. When I told them they were just like, true it should be easy but we’ll still put the goal at 60. A temple can’t run off of so few names. When I get home I guess I should work on family history. It seems important.
As you can tell I have almost nothing to write about. I remember a story. I was sitting on a rock teaching this guy when I slid forward and something stabbed me in the bum. It felt like a thorn or something. It stabbed me good. I went to pull it out and it was a fish bone. I never knew that they were so sharp because it imbedded in me pretty good. It was uncomfortable. At the end of the day there were little dots of blood on my shorts. So watch out for fish bones.
Well peace and love,
Z