22 diciemvre 2014

Well sorry for the spelling errors and everything that might happen in this letter, the shift and space keys are not functioning too well.

well, there's not a whole lot to tell you all because i'm going to talk you guys this week. 4 oclock coahuila time, 3 oclock in idaho, i think. but anyway, 4 oclcok coahuila for sure.

We're still going with an investigator named juan ramon who is AWESOME. he's a profesor of investigation i think or something like that and he loves to read. we haven't even made it through lesson 1 completely yet because he has tons of questions. he wants to do an intellectual approach to the gospel but does not at all diminish the importance of faith in the process. when we asked him to take the book of mormon, he said no. then he proceded to explain that he already had one and had already read it, but doesn{t remember much. but then when he went to find it he couldn{t find it so we gave him a new one. then i thought to ask him his favorite author and you'll never guess who it was. dostoevsky. well, i got excited and started ranting about the hermanos caramasov and aliocha and everything and he got kinda excited too and i think a little weirded out that this kid from the united states who barely speaks his language and comes to talk about god and stuff actually gets excited about things like alyosha's character development and the comparison between the brothers.

and we found a family this week1 they're decidedly catholic but feel abandoned by all the family and all the churches because they have to take care of the 90 year old uncle who can't see anything, can't hear anything, barely can stand, needs diapers but he sure can shout to get attention. anyway, she says she's been to other christian churches and feltso pretty inside (that's the actual spanish way ofexpressing it) and all that but they told her that to continue going she would have to come every day of the week practically and abandon the uncle at home. she says they told her choose between god and the uncle. well, she chose the uncle. Yeah, we ask sacrifice in this church. but we will never ever demand that you sacrifice the wellbeing of your lovedones to come to church activities between the week.

we're also teaching a great guy who looks a lot likeFernando from pacific pools andis also from Guerrero, except this guy is skinnier and also actually speaks english. which makes it interesting to teach him. it's an advantage because some things make more sense in english (like the word dispensation, dispensación doesn't ring many bells to spanish speakers and neither does the word dispersar, but we can say god is dispensing or dispersing truth in the world and this makes more sense in english) and some things make more sense in spanish (such as the difference between the bautismo and the bautizo: bautismo is what teaches the bible, by immersion, bautizo is never mentioned not even in the catholic bibles that i've seen and it's by sprinkling). but yeah. he's super interesting, his name is carlos, carlitos or carlitros. the Mera family is paying him to build more on their house and they're also bringing him to church. the bad thing is that he's leaving in february for the united states and so if we're going to baptize him it needs to be rather soon but then say good bye. oh well.

I'm sending pictures this week again as well.

pues, les hablo el jueves! feliz navidad y un nuevo año de felicidad!

elder Taylor

P.S. never mind about the fotos. the thing doesn't wanna work. la cosita ni quiere jalar.

elder taylor

15 12 2014

I just attached fotos to this email. But i couldn't see beforehand what they were, so I hope they're right. Actually, I hope they're mine...

This week has been insane.

Did I already tell you all about Martha Golondrina and how I had to baptize her Gitmo style? It's a fun story. And I think I forgot to tell you. I was reviewing my journal last night and ran into it.

I found a scripture that says we shouldn't sleep in church! In Corinthians 11:20. Pablo's giving directions on what NOT to do in church and by the quantity of things that they needed to be directed in, sounds like church services in the early church were quite lively. So lively that people even fell asleep.

I received both packages this week. THANK YOU SO MUCH! my companion and I made the pavos this morning and he thought they were chido. so there. I also left a package to be sent to you all with my previous companion. a ver si se lo manda. It includes cookies and two rosaries (one for me, one for mom: mom you can pick which). And stickers for nicole and her class. Not that they can't be bought up there but I thought of her when I saw them.

Holy cow! Like I said, this week was insane! We did about 4 hours of service helping an investigator move gravel. We had two christmas parties, one that took ALL DAY LONG (almost) and one that took up about 3 hours of our night. And in spite of it all, our numbers climbed. And not just our numbers, but the quality of the lessons climbed. We're having experiences that I'd always heard of other missionaries having. In one day, one guy asked us out of the blue in a lesson if there were a heaven and we told him that yes, there is. The next lesson the guy started talking about how the church of christ isn't over the face of the earth anymore and that he's kinda been looking for it. Just out of the blue. Then another guy the day before told us he already has a book of mormon and wants to know more about our religion. We gave a blessing to an investigator with chicken pox that's expected to last a while, the next day he's fine. This priesthood thing gives me the heebie jeebies still. Seriously, as we try to do our best to fill up our time with teaching and finding and we don't delay for nothing, God puts the people in the right spot at the right time.

Last night was a futbol game between the Águilas de las Américas and someone. We could hear every time they metieron gol because the whole colonia cheered. and then they won. Holy smokes, the town went crazy. Oh, also this week was the Day of the Virgin, Queen of Mexico. We saw a little party with their danza. Nada que ver con el ruido del día del partido. Futbol is a more important goddess even than the Virgencita. And that's saying something.

Well, I guess that's it. Oh, and I got my first flu shot ever. I feel fine but my companion se enfermó bien feo.

Cuidaos!

Elder Taylor

The Alvarez Lopez Family. Not smiling because these dang mexicans don't know how to smile. 

Hermana Martha Golondrina. The abuela of the family Alvarez who was baptized two weeks after. She asked that I baptize her but she sure put up a fight when she was about to go under but we kinda got to the point where it'd be bad to abort the operation, so I had to do it Gitmo style. My companion thought it was super funny.

And my best friend in Mexico and his mom. Seriously, he was the only person that I could understand 100% of the time, partially because he doesn't speak. He's two and barely learning to walk. his name is Nicolas.

my companion and I made the pavos this morning and he thought they were chido.

I just attached fotos to this email. But i couldn't see beforehand what they were, so I hope they're right. Actually, I hope they're mine...

8 Diciemvre 2014

What a week.

We found 3 families this week. Los Saldaña Ybarra, Los Sumaya Aguaya (or something like that), and Los De León. The familia Saldaña is super awesome. We found them in the Street and they said we could pass by some day. And so we went and met them and showed them the El es la Dadiva. Afterward we were talking a Little bit and she mentioned that her family is LDS and oh by the way so is she and then she kept talking. But her records aren't in the Ward and nobody knows her, so I think she just stopped going one day for some reason and then we happened to find her. But they're an awesome family. Right from the start we have a good friendship with them.

Los Sumaya or the family of Hermana Galleta. So called because her nickname is Cuqui (apparently all the María de SPLAT all have different certain nicknames. every single one has a different one and it varies depending on the región as well. ugh. just when I thought i was getting caught up.) We found them knocking doors. She said come in and then she sat down and then "vénganse, hijos, para que eschuchen. no, quítate el celular, siéntate, escucha. no, cállate, porque tu necesitas un mensaje de dios ahorita." She says she's very catholic but she loves learning about other religions and she wants her sons to hear more about God. She also said that her son had asked her what she would do if he joined a different religión and she siad that as long as he felt good about it, adelante. She also said that she wants to come to church and that perhaps one time will turn into two and then three. And she says that we always catch them at exactly the right time when they're ready to listen which hardly ever happens.

And funny experience with them: We invited her son Alexander to say the prayer (he's about 18 i think) and he said he didn't know how. So she said, "Sí, tu la vas a hacer. Yo la empiezo y después tu." So she started the prayer just like any other prayer and then said "Y Señor, mi hijo Alexander tiene algunas cosas que decirte. Alexander...." And so he finished. I almost laughed out loud.

And the De León family...they're great but we've got a lot to work with them.

And we also found a lady that had been meeting with the missionaries before but moved and lost contact. named Patricia.

And Fabiola went to church! she's a student at the university and just like the Hermana Cuqui wants to learn more about other religions. So right now it's not a commitment really, but it's something that can definitely develop. The bad thing is that she and her sister are both leaving until Christmas....but they said they'd take the book of mormon with them to read.

This Ward is quite strange. Hardly anybody shows up, but those who do, are firm. I think we had 80 in the sacrament meeting. It's basically one family, the Mera clan headed by Mama Mera who is hilarious, The Sisters Ramos and then various other members. Also, remember those stories of Mexican saints having to save up for a long time, going without equis commodity or whatever to be able to go to the Temple in Mesa and then stay there all day long doing temple work and then return? That's these people. During the Ward Council they had a nostalgia sesión. Including a joke about Hermano Julio who showed up to the temple wet (all the "old timers" laughed. I didn't get the joke until somebody explained that "wet" means "ilegal").

Wow, this Spanish autocorrect is annoying.

I made tamales! well, I helped fill them.

And we have a rat. My companion saw him this morning. Which would explain a few things, such as why the hole in the bread was getting bigger.

Couple things: when do you guys want to talk on Christmas? I don't think it's too soon to be thinking about it. It's an hour and a half for us. And can somebody send me the emails of the missionaries from Greenhill Ward? Thank you! And Feliz Cumpleaños a todos que cumplan esta semana. Sé que hay varios...I would sing the song that they sing here about King David and the Little Birds that's super long, but I don't know it. Sorry.

That's all.

Bye!

Elder Taylor

1 Diciemvre 2014

Well, another week, another companion, another area, another house, another just about everything.

I am now in Aeropuerto 1 in Monclova Este. It's BEAUTIFUL. The streets are super clean compared to the streets in Loma Linda in Saltillo, for the most part the houses are just about the cleanest houses I've ever seen, the people is much more open (to talk, to the gospel not so much) than in Saltillo, the weather is GORGEOUSLY dry and warm as compared to Saltillo wet and cold, and the city is much prettier than Saltillo (except the view of the factories...just don't look there).

And Elder Muñoz...mi nuevo compañero. Poor guy.

We're really both greenies out here. I'm the senior companion (they told me I was finishing training him, but they lied, which is great because I didn't want to do it) and you know what THAT means. It means we have no idea what we're doing. But obviously God trusts us both enough to put us together. We'll figure something out. He's actually where I was one transfer ago: 2 transfers under the belt and no baptisms. Here's the difference: it's not looking like we're going to have a baptism this transfer. We have a few investigators that are progressing, but we've already passed one Sunday with nobody in the church and 5 are required to baptize in our mission. So......yeah. But there we go working. Hm...that makes more sense in Spanish. Dejen lo intento. Ahí vamos trabajando. Ándale.

Poor guy, though. He's from Veracruz and speaks SUPER DUPER MEGA RAPIDO. And uses different lingo. I don't understand half of what he says. I think he's getting frustrated. I felt sorry for not understanding him until the Relief Society President told him to slow down because she couldn't understand him. Then I was like, Oh, okay. It's not just me.

But I swear, I dropped like 50% in comprehension of the language when I moved para acá. The accent's a lot stronger here, and HOLY COW this people can talk without shutting up like no other. We had a lesson where the guy talked for an hour straight about how he was going to follow this road until he died without super committing himself really. Yep, he took an hour to say that. It's almost not worth it to ask questions when you know you're getting yourself in for another 20 minutes of how the neighbor's mom has cancer when the question is something about "What is the Law of Chastity to you?"

Oh well.

Interesting Taxista: He swore the Mormons were super duper powerful in the United States which kinda made me laugh. Then he told us the Mormons founded the country and that it's kinda been a regime since then. He didn't believe me when I told him we're less than 10% of the population and that most mormons live outside the states. Like in Mexico for example. Oh well. By the way, we're less than 10% of the population, right?

We had our zone conference this week. I came from the Zone with the best obedience of the mission. Every single person there was awesome and super. I come here and some of the missionaries will tell you that they don't really care. The spirit just wasn't in the zone conference. It just turned into a comedy show. I stood up to introduce myself and everybody went quiet to listen which felt nice. But then Elder Montero stood up and the room changed. That guy is going to be an apostle some day. Suddenly it felt like a Zone conference again.

Have you guys heard about the He is the Gift Initiative of the church? (Well, it's El es la Dadiva in Spanish. I suppose it's He is the Gift in English.) Basically, you watch the video (el cual está bien bonito y cortito) on Christmas.mormon.org or on youtube or wherever and then you share it with someone. PLEASE do it and afterward give referrals to the missionaries. Please please PLEASE do it. Right now we need people to teach and I know the missionaries in Utah and Idaho would LOVE to receive more referrals.

In my scripture study this day, I read 2 Nefi 3. Every time I read that chapter I'm stumped. There are profesies in there that I don't think have come to pass yet, things dealing with the descendants of Lehi. It's SUPER interesting and mind-boggling to read carefully, paying particular attention to who's talking and to whom.

And one final request for whomever: could you please send me the emails of Elder Hurtado, Elder Lewis, Elder Henrie and Sister Mecham porfis? Muchísimas Gracias!

OOOOOO i'm so ready for christmas. Y voy cumpliendo 6 meses entre 2 semanas....me queda un año y medio.

Elder Taylor

Semana 24....qué semana....

What a week.

We ate thanksgiving dinner at the Stake President´s house. All the missionaries in the zone which is a LOT of missionaries. I think we were like 30. It was the first time my companion had had cranberry sauce. 

I baptized again this week! I baptized the Grandma of the family i had baptized a week or two earlier. Really, she belongs in the ward Zaragoza, but i was the person who found her and started the enseñanza with her and she asked that I baptize her. And so the hermanas of Zaragoza and I share her. Tengo fotos pero ni tengo donde cargarlas a la computadora para mandárselas. Pues ni modo. Se las enseño en un año y medio.

The Cordova Moreno family: oh, it was GLORIOUS this week. On monday we planned to go back and find them. We had left them for a month because we just couldn´t find them in the house and they just couldn´t come to church. A few things happened that day that made us a little later than we had planned. Not a whole lot later, just barely. We came around the corner and saw that the lights were on, but a lot of the time they leave the lights on or she just doesn´t open the door if he´s not home at night, which makes sense considering our colonia. Well, I asked if we could pray really fast, and what companion is going to say no to that? So we prayed and asked that if it were the will of God and that if they were ready to progress again, that we would find all three of them in the house. Well we went up to knock the door and right before i knocked, we heard Hermano Felipe moving around inside and talking to Kitty the dog. I almost cried. We knocked, we went in and had a beautiful, beautiful lesson slash catch-up session. They had kept reading the book of Mormon and kept praying. They had also just barely arrived seconds before we turned the corner. If we hadn´t been delayed earlier, we wouldn´t have found them. I know that God led us all to the same spot that night because they are ready to progress and come back to church. Also, their friendshipper came back from vacation and started asking us about them at every opportunity, something he hadn´t really done before he left for Chiapas for three weeks. I believe it´s because the spirit’s been teasing him to get him to think more in this family.

Two problems: they weren´t there at the appointment that we set afterward and so my companion already wanted to drop them. (I convinced him otherwise and so did their friendshipper.) Second problem: ya me voy.

I´m going to Monclova where I´m going to finish the training of Elder Muñóz. I know I already met him once because I´ve met every single new missionary that´s passed through the mission offices since i arrived. And now I´m going to get to meet him again. I´m sad that I´m leaving. I really don´t feel like my work was finished. I feel like I met a LOT of really choice people that are going to accept this gospel and be baptized and sealed someday, but I´m not going to be directly involved anymore. The Cordova Moreno, Los Mendoza Peña, Ana y Hector (met them this week: SUPER buenos, a sister and brother that are just awesome and accept everything and have lots of questions. We knocked on their door and they let us in and that´s how we started), Marta Cortez (a woman unlike any i´ve ever met and who might be crazy but is one of my favorite people here), Laura Garcia (by the way mom, she sent me a facebook request: could you accept it for me? as well as one from Wendy Orozco Hernandez) and her entourage of neighbors and kids, Graciela, Miguel, Nadia Alvarez and countless people that we were still just barely meeting. And the Alvarez Lopez family. I´m glad that I got to know them and i´ll be back here in one year when they go through the temple. Oh, I can´t wait.

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY! We had an Independence Day party of the stake and every ward provided a dance number. We provided two. One of the hermanas that was really cool with lots of really huge skirts. And one of couples and the Alvarez Lopez couple danced! Oh it was so much fun!

Dos cosas bien grandotas de cambiarme para Moncolva: ya me quito de la casa que es stupid cold durante el frío. Segunda: ELDER MONTERO SE VA CONMIGO! we arrived together and we´re going to the same zone together. De hecho, él será mi líder de la zona. Nos llevamos muy, muy bien y creo que terminaremos la misión mejores amigos. But that means that to visit my favorite person from the mission cuando ya soy grande y exmisionero, I´ll have to make a special trip to Costa Rica because he´s "Tico" (costaricense). Oh darn.

One last thing: There´s a brand of Worcestershire sauce (Salsa inglesa) here that´s called "Jugo Maggie." I just about died laughing when I heard that and then had to explain why it was funny to my companion.

OOOOOH, no last thingy here: an hermana asked us about some of the things of the temple (she´s preparing to enter) and mentioned that her parents gave her the name of her mother´s temple name, but they never told her which it was. Then she told us her complete name (I´ve changed both names here): Jennifer Saríah. I just about died laughing again and she asked me why. "Creo que ya sé cual es el nombre del templo." "No me diga." "Okay." ....."Es Saríah, verdad que sí?" "...a lo mejor." They also put the temple name of the father on her sister but also didn´t ever say which it was (Also changed): Wendy Abraham. Hm.....oh the minor apostasies of these mexicans...(By the way, Apostasía is slang for anything that´s not 100% in line with doctrine or policy of which there is TOO MUCH here in mexico. but oh well.)

Es todo. Cuidaos!

-Elder Taylor

week ni tengo idea esta vez

well, this week has been remarkably unremarkable. Pero espero que jale mandarles algunas fotos...

i forgot to bring my notes so this letter will be rather short.

Hermana Julio Alvarez brought us to a reference's house yesterday and he bore his testimony in the street to the reference's father. This guy has no fear to share his newfound faith. He even said that we could give him a box of pass-along cards for his taxi. AND HIS MOTHER IN LAW IS GETTING BAPTIZED THIS WEEK! This is the señora that was always super open and supportive of us until we asked her if she wanted the missionary discussions in her own home. "Pues, ya me bauticé." and the sister missionaries have it worked out that they can teach the aunt as well in the house of the Alvarez Lopez family because more often than not, she's there instead of in her own ward. They live as close as you can to the divider between the two areas, so it won't even be a problem. Except now we'll have to be careful to not double schedule.

The aunt's son and i had a great conversation last night. He's seven.

First, i asked him if he wanted to be a missionary. And he very enthusiastically said yes. Then I asked him where. He said not China. He wants to go to Spain. Then he started asking me questions.

"Who is Jesus Christ?" So I explained it to him.

"Who is Jehovah?" So I explained that one to him too.

"Who gave God His power?" Well, that one stumped me. I actually have wondered that too. Did He have to be ordained to be God? Or does it just kinda come as you pass the pearly gates? Ni lo sé.

"Who is Jack?" My response: "Mande?" (Coahuilense for "Como?") Yep, it was a fun conversation. 3 for 4, not bad.

well, i just tried to send the pictures but i think the USB ports are just for pretty on this computer.

I think I've finally perfected the arroz con leche! Basically, i just needed to cook it longer. Actually, to get it to the right texture i would have to cook it even longer. It basically shouldn't even be rice anymore but goop.

I met a Gypsie this week. It was pretty interesting, she hailed us down and asked us if we were christians. So we explained to her what's going on, and she said we could come back. I'd heard there were Gypsies in Mexico (from Nacho Libre in the deleted scenes) mas no lo hice tantito caso. It's a history I'm going to have to research in a year and a half.

We went shopping today. My compañero was itching to spend money. Santa vaca, that guy can spend money. We went of course to the most expensive-looking stores in the mall (every single one, my charity was tested today) and santos humos, i don't think i've even seen things that expensive in the united states. Oh well, he found the perfect pants, i got to look at the pretty ties and we also wandered into a cheaper store in which i bought a couple items for the cold because it's been stupid cold recently y hay de cuenta que lo hará aún más todavía. I like the cold, but i like even more being able to go inside, drink hot chocolate and watch a movie. I can't do that right now. But supposedly the weather is really, really feo in January and February. I think I'll already be gone by then. Hopefully in Sabinas.

This is all this week! I had a scripture thought as well, but I don't remember what it was! Entonces, que les baste esto.

Que Dios Les Cuide a Cada Uno!

Elder Taylor

week 4 of cambio 4

Well, tomorrow cumplo cinco meses de la misión. casi la cuarta parte.

And I had my first baptism! A family of 5, and their story is pretty incredible, so i´m going to take a while to tell it. A ver si entendí todo correctamente.

Hermano Julio Alvarez is a taxista who spent a long time living away from his family here in Saltillo. His son got really sick and so he came back to live with them. María Angelina was living here the whole time, managing the family and when her son started deteriorating, she got angry at God and starting asking Why ME? They continued like this, working hard to pay for the medical costs and to support the family and from time to time attending different churches to try to find answers.

Then one day the Hermano picked up three hermana missionaries, two americans and one mexicana. The two americans were talking in English and the mexicana asked him if he understood, and he replied that yes, he did. He lived in South Carolina to work for a few years and so he did understand quite a bit of what they were saying. They asked for his address and then said good bye. THen he saw one of the hermanas later with a different companion. He saw them refuse a couple taxis and so he stopped and they said they´d been waiting for him. He told them about his sick son. They took down his address a second time and said good bye.

Then one day two elders (Elder Monterroso and Elder Taylor) showed up at their house and wanted to talk to the son, Carlos. The parents weren´t home, but the aunt was, so she let them pass the door and led them to the back room where Carlos was. So they said a prayer, sang a hymn and left a short message and left. But as they were leaving, they passed the mom who was just returning from work and asked to be able to come back and talk to Carlos another time. She said yes. And later asked her husband who had sent them. If she had been home when they had arrived, she wouldn´t have let them in. He told her that he had sent them. So that was fine.

One day the elders came back. Well, we came back, Elder Alcalá and I. The hermana led us back to the room and then made to leave, so we invited her to stay. We asked her the typical opening questions, How is your relationship with God, What is religion to you, things like that. She told us that she didn´t really know if God loved her and wanted what was best for her. So we assured her that He does. THen we made an appointment to return and left.

We continued like this, coming and teaching Carlos and María Angelina and at times Julieta and Wendi. We invited them to Church that first week. They came and brought Julio and the aunt and the aunt´s kids with them. They LOVED the church. So we came back. THey started keeping all the commitments as a family, reading and praying together. And Julio started being in the lessons and driving us home afterward. They set a baptismal date and the family accepted.

Then they came to church another time. THe Hermana missionaries started teaching her mom and her sisters. She started keeping commitments BEFORE WE MADE THEM. That has been the oddest thing about this whole thing. One day we were talking about who knows what and she said out of the blue that she didn´t care that we don´t drink coffee, everyone has to sacrifice (or something like that). We never had even mentioned the Word of Wisdom. One day as we were entering, a woman left with a large image of the Virgen of Guadalupe. We didn´t think anything about it until we entered Carlos´s room and noticed that there wasn´t a single image of any saint left in the room or in the house. We had never mentioned any of this. We gave the Lesson 3 (which is the Gospel of Jesus Christ) and she told us at the end about Enduring to the End without being prompted. We taught the law of Tithing and she said that the week before, she had felt in the church that she should pay it.

Then the last Sunday before the baptism, they didn´t come. They had told us that they would, but they just didn´t come. Up until about 5 minutes before the end of sacrament meeting. Apparently, the aunt had said that she would stop by to take care of Carlos while they were gone at church, but she never showed up. So they left Wendi in tears to take care of him and they came, crying because they were so late and had to leave Wendi behind.

The whole time we were teaching them (4 weeks!) Carlos kept feeling stronger and stronger and needed his breathing apparatus less and less. But about two days before the baptism, the weather turned horrid and we were afraid that he wasn´t going to be able to come. But the day of the baptism was sunny and warm. Also, from time to time the company cuts the water to the chapel. I don´t know why, it´s weird. I was afraid that this would happen and we wouldn´t be able to baptize him. We could baptize the others kneeling down or sitting in a half-full font, but him no. But we filled up the font, no problem (well, yeah there was a small problem but we got it fixed). Then we had the baptism. I baptized the parents and they both came up crying from under the water. Elder Carpio baptized the girls, and between us and Elder Montero, we baptized Carlitos. I got to be by his head during the ordinance and I got to see his beautiful smile as Elder Carpio said the prayer. Then I got to see his look of terror after the Amen. And I got to plug his nose. But afterward, he said he felt "Bien Padre."

Then we had the confirmations. It was a spiritual experience, and more than one person told us how powerful those confirmations were. The Hermana had her chance to tell the Relief Society her testimony (the subject was Missionary Work). Unfortunately, Julio had to go to work after dropping off Carlos after the Sacrament Meeting, so we didn´t see him until we went to their house that night. We went in, and that house felt different. It felt like the temple. He told us something cool too. He was driving that day through downtown and was about to turn down a street, but felt impressed to take a different street, which was weird because that street there´s hardly anybody that needs a taxi. But he said there was a whole bunch. So we taught them about the Holy Ghost and how he leads us in our lives.

This is really just a short portion. But I already have to go. I wish I could send you pictures but the computer doesn´t recognize my camera even with the new cord that i bought. So next week when we´re in a less chafa ciber.

Other note: we have another investigator that had a dream about reading the book of mormon. She said it was kinda spooky, basically and thinks it´s a sign that it´s true.

And I make arroz con leche now on almost a regular basis. Basically, it´s cook the rice to death, échele milk (or milk powder in my case), cream and lechera (sweetened condensed milk). More traditional is cinnamon sticks cooked in the water with the rice, but i don´t like having to pick them from my teeth. So i just put cinnamon and sugar and vanilla. And I eat it with banana. It´s awesome.

Vai!

Elder Taylor

week ni lo sé...

This week has been and will be fun I think.

First a question: when is thanksgiving? My companion asked me and i realized i don´t know how to figure it out.

Fun contacts this week: one lady we met on a street corner. "Hi, lady, we´re missionaries and we represent Jesucristo." "Puras mentiras." "Mande?" "Have you seen him?!" "No...." Then went on to rant about how she doesn´t believe in anyone or anything but God and the Bible, religion is just a bunch of Puras Mentiras because hell is here on earth, there´s nothing after this life.

Other lady, exact opposite: "Miren, ya soy salva, go preach to the people that need it." And went on to agree wholeheartedly and enthusiastically with every single word we said, up until Elder Carpio mentioned the Libro de Mormón. THen it was, "Well, God bless you but I don´t want to talk about anything but the Bible. Bye!"

I really love being outright rejected. It´s really fun and refreshing and doesn´t happen nearly often enough.

This was a surprise of being here in Mexico: we did not see anything celebrating Day of the Dead. Ni una cosa. We saw a whole lot of Halloweeners, "monstruitos." Also, here "Halloween" is the holiday as well as the candy. "Queremos Halloween"--as was chanting one little girl that was traipsing past us--means "we want halloween candy." But nobody celebrates Day of the Dead in town. Everyone goes to the Panteon, which also means that since it fell on a Sunday, the church was a little more empty than normal.

But, the Danzas (I´ll send a pic if i can) and preparations for San Judas Tadeo (I  don´t know when the day is) continue. One day we heard trumpets in Loma Linda and as we got closer we heard singing and guitars as well. Then we turned the corner and saw a mariachi band with a small crowd around a house and I thought, oh that´s nice, it´s somebody´s birthday. Then as we passed it, we saw the focus of attention. An idol of San Judas Tadeo. yeah...

THe investigators: THE ALVAREZ LOPEZ FAMILY ARE GOING TO BE BAPTIZED THIS WEEK! We ahd a lesson with President Rodriguez so he could meet them and advise us on how to baptize Carlitos. (Have I told you guys about him? If not...oh well. i'll do it when I send you pictures from their baptism.) But he basically told us he doesn´t have any idea how to do it. So it´s going to be an adventure. Basically we´re thinking it´s going to be four of us in the font.

We called them in the morning on Sunday to make sure they were coming and yes they were. Then We got to church, sat down and waited. About halfway through testimony meeting we ducked out to call them again. For some reason Elder Carpio insisted that I do it. So i did it and didn´t understand hardly anything the hermano said. In my defense, I don´t understand people over the phone in english, let alone in spanish.

Then about five minutes before the meeting ended, the hermana missionaries from Barrio Zaragoza beckoned us from the door and so we left and there were the parents of the family! But she was crying because they were so late. Apparently the aunt had said that she was going to watch Carlos while they all went to church. But she never showed, so finally they had to leave Wendy behind to watch him (she cried too) and the parents and Julieta came. So great that they feel such a desire to come to church! Not that i´m happy that they were crying.....

And then Hermana Lopez was called upon to describe how we got the Book of Mormon in Gospel Doctrines, and she NAILED it! Oh, that was exciting. THey are SO ready and SUCH a change we´ve seen in them. And we´ve only had four weeks really knowing them! All the other missionaries are jealous. (by the way, learned this this morning: "celoso" means both "jealous" and "zealous." That´s confusing. But it makes a little more sense that God is a Zealous God than a Jealous God.) Now if only they could meet the Cordova Moreno family so something could rub off on them...

And Laura! Oh gosh, we have one week with her. And her schizophrenic sister. and her daughter. and her neighbor. and all the neighbor´s kids. We basically have a block party whenever we teach them. But they are HILARIOUS! we watched The First Vision with them and only Laura could manage to make it a comedy and still maintain the spirit. "Miren, José parece a Taylor! Es que son güeros." But she´s awesome and when she´s Relief Society President, me quitaré la clase de sacerdocio y me pondré en la Sociedad de Socorro por las risas. But....couldn´t come to church this weekend because they went to the panteón.

Last testimony in church: an hermana got up to speak. I´d seen her around in the ward but had never really spoken to her more than a handshake and "como está." Morenita, media altura, pelo blanco and her eyes are kind of greenish brown, but that´s not too unusual. So when she started speaking, me asusté. Her accent was atrocious. afterward we talked. Turns out she´s from South Carolina, (her accent in english es igual, atrocious) and native american, but not Mexican. Estadounidense, no Mexicana. That was a surprise.

Elder Carpio and I are already pretty good friends. We had an......interesting experience during our planning session when he took 30 minutes to lecture me about something and then ended up deciding that what I had said was right. This actually happens on a regular basis. Well, not on quite a scale. I feel like Timón an Pumbaa. I say, "let´s do this for the lesson. I really think that--"(him:) "Oh I know! let´s do this!" "Ooh! I like the sound of that!" So at least it´s nice to know that we´re on the same brainwave. But all was forgiven when he spontaneously started singing Do You Want to Build A Snowman.

Apocalipsis 3:19-21 is my scripture thought. FOund it this morning. I wrote it down to write to you all but I don´t remember what it says. Something about Enduring to the End. I think. Pues, Léanlo ustedes mismos.

Watched the First Vision in French and Italian and Cebuano today. I understood absolutely nothing from the French, a little bit of the Cebuano and quite a bit of the Italian, more than I had in the Portuguese. They´re basically all just Latin with bad grammar and horrendous pronunciation on the part of hte French and Portuguese.

Bueno, es todo! Que Dios los bendiga y los cuide por donde vayan.

ELder Taylor

week 2, cambio 4

This letter is going to be short para poder escribir más individualmente.

Well this week has been interesting. Nobody came to church...but the Alvarez Lopez family still has their date set for the 8 of Noviembre. I´m super mega emocionado.

We had decided that we were going to drop the Mendoza Peña family if they weren´t there for the fifth time in a row on wednesday, but God must have something else planned for them because they were there. We had a great lesson and gave a blessing to the Hermano.

 Speaking of blessings, a few weeks ago I gave a blessing to a less active member in which I had promised her that the next morning she would have no trace of having had the bad case of the gripa that she had. But I never had a chance to follow up and find out what happened. But we saw her last night. She told me that she cleared up soon after that entonces and was completely fine the next morning. Híjole, that gives the jeepers. This priesthood stuff is real.

Also speaking of blessings, I had my first exorcism this week. Actually, I think it was my second but i didn´t know what was going on in the first one. I didn´t feel anything odd when we first entered the house, but when we stood up after the blessing, there was a marked difference. They opened the door to let the spirit (they swear it was female) exit and that was that. And then a black cat entered the house. That was weird. I´m pretty sure that bit is coincidence, but yep, this whole unseen world thing I´m pretty sure is real. And that gives me more jeepers than the priesthood.

Working with Elder Carpio has been fun. We get along really well, even if at times he bears a strong resemblance to Mr. Collins or speaks and understands a different Spanish than the rest of Saltillo. Fun conversation we had during planning after we´d set our lessons más o menos lo que enseñábamos ese día: Me: "By the way, Equis Miembro Recién Conversa and Otra Miembro Inactivo Desde Siempre are distant relatives." Him: "Oh! Then we should teach Otra Miembro Inactivo Desde Siempre about how Jesus Christ established a church." Me: "....what? I mean, sure we can do that. How is that related?" "Because...because..." Then he gave some reason that made no sense to me but not because i didn´t understand his words. Whatever. Other than tales ocasiones, trabajábamos muy bien juntos. Except our numbers all around have dropped significantly even though I feel like we´re working harder. Well, God just expects more.

On Saturday I heard tribal-like drums in Mirasierra. I thought, huh, that´s weird. But not worth investigating. Then I heard drums in Misión Cerritos as well. Um....What´s going on...Then I heard drums again with Mariachi music in Loma Blanca. And I saw what was going on. Men in very indigenousy dress dancing to the Mariachi with tribal drums. The Feast day for San Judas Tadeo is coming up. This is kind of weird. San Judas and La Virgencita are almost more important than Jesus and God the Father here. They´re Gods, they´re not just saints anymore. When I was called to suburban Saltillo Mexico, I was not expecting to see tribalism. But okay...

Things I´ve missed the most lately: Having a temple nearby. Boise. Free time. Oh gosh I´ve been missing having free time. I would love to just take a nap, watch a movie, read a book, look something up on the internet...yeah. Also I´ve been missing Costco Chocolate Cake. I don´t know why. It´s not something that we eat a lot as a family, but I´ve been craving it since day one.

That´s all! Bye!

-Elder Taylor

Week 13:

Primeramente: mi compa. Oh boy, this is going to be a fun probably 2 transfers. Elder Carpio from the DF, (Distrito Federal). Total city slicker. Always has his hair perfectly set and slicked back, always wears his shirt with the sleeves just so...oh he{s fun to watch. We get along just fine. HE{s a lot more efficiency-minded than Elder Alcalá was, which is nice. He was a cocinero antes de venir en la misión, which was awesome one day when the hermana que iba a alimentarnos ya no pudo. Me hizo una espagueti bien rica. Lo chistoso: es algo perféccionista en cuestión de la comida. I{d made a pasta less than a week earlier and one day we were getting ready to eat some leftovers. He pulled it out and sniffed it, paused and then in total sinceridad: "Ésto ya no sirve." I reassured him it was fine, I{d been eating from it, it was less than a week old, there was nothing in there that would spoil in that time. Then I had to excuse myself to die laughing silently in the other room. He{s really kinda socially awkward in this state of country bumpkins and cowboys. I{ve met other people from the DF and they{re all kinda of the same demeanour in this regard. Very polite and never raise the voice over a certain level. But maybe it{s just been the few that i{ve met. Well, all of them minus Hermana Angelina, but she{s a whole other story. ANyway, at times I have to explain things to him. Like when the people were telling him that the house for rent we were looking for was on the other side of the boulevard outside of our area and he was just about ready to hop in the car with the señor, i had to basically pull him back out and tell him the house was on the other side and si fuéramos a ir, tendríamos que pedir permiso a nuestro líder del distrito. He got really confused until the señor explained for the fourth time at least that the house was indeed on the other side of the boulevard. I have to repeat myself about 3 times when talking about the investigators to him before he understands who I{m talking about, even when I use names. Whatever, he{s acclimating....after 18 months here...It{s fun.

Investigadores: Los Alvarez Lopez are all queued up to be baptized in 2 weeks! a whole family of 5, and we just barely started teaching them but they{ve come two weeks in a row and are super excited. Little issue: Carlos no puede respirar ni moverse él mismo. Entonces, podría ser un desafío de bautizarse, pero vamos a invitar al Presidente a que vaya con nosotros a una lección con ellos para ver y analizar la situación. 

Norma and Marta: two different investigators that we started teaching (reteaching for Norma) the same day. Two very different personalities. But such a spirit con las dos. With Norma, we had such a spiritual lesson. It was one of those times I opened my mouth and thought what the heck am I saying and why am I saying this to her. But the Spirit was so strong and she felt it and wants to know a whole lot more. WIth Marta it{s different. She always teases me about my falta en el idioma and so I search for new words with which to impress her. ("Ya mengua la hora." She was very impressed.) This is our game plan for her: 5 to 10 minute lesson, 15 to 30 minute question and answer session. She{s very, very opinionated and has tons of questions about God and the world, but so far EVERY SINGLE OPINION has been 100% in line with what the church teaches and believes and EVERY SINGLE QUESTION has a direct answer in the Book of Mormon.  So yeah. Definitivamente escogida.

This is something that gets me: Los Alvarez Lopez, Los Córdoba Moreno, Los Mendoza Peña. Two times, once, and not at all have come to the church. But they already want to join it. Hermana Juani Moreno told us she already considers this iglesia suya.  Why? Why on earth would anybody be crazy enough to do that? And then I remember: because this gospel changes lives. I haven{t seen my own investigators baptized, but I{ve seen enormous changes in their lives. Now this is what worries me and comforts me at the same time: my patriarchal blessing says that many people will not accept this gospel in the time that I{m there with them, but will much later after i{ve gone. As a selfish missionary, I{m saddened that any one of these will not be baptized while I{m here to see it. But as a representative of Jesus Christ, I{m happy because I know that at least some of them will eventually accept it and enjoy these blessings.

This week has been an interesting one of contacts. Actually, just one day. Two days ago, we had three contacts bien raros. One, the hermano hailed me in an area where we{re not allowed to proselyte nor contact. "Hey, I want to talk to he!" So we went over and talked in English. He{s believed in God earlier and when he sees chavos like us he wants to return to his former faith. He told us to call him 20 minutes before we come especially on Sunday Morning so he can make us breakfast. Too bad he lives out of our area. Some other missionary will enjoy it. Then we met a man on a corner and asked him how he was doing. He told us frankly, bad. He was struggling with alcoholism. Then he told us to take down his address and pass by and help him. Okay, we can do that. Then we met a lady who told us that we were worshiping the wrong guy because Jesús means something different in Hebrew than Yeshuva. She{s right, if we were speaking Hebrew or Aramaic, then the sounds Hay-soos would mean something than the sounds Yeh-shoo-vah. Fortunately for us, it doesn{t matter what language we{re speaking, we can call him the name that corresponds to that language. Anyway, my companion argued with her for about 10 minutes in the calle while I let my mind wander...I probably should have supported him more. But then it was awkward because we ran into her 2 more times that night.

Language progress: I watched the video of the First Vision in Portuguese yesterday. I understood quite a bit. I{d heard before that Portuguese is just español borracho. Yep, that{s exactly what it sounds like.

Also, the more I{m here in México, the more I forget English and the more my Latin from what, 6 years ago?, comes back to me. Weird. A quick dictionary of Coahuilense Spanish: aguas-cuidado. combi-bus. vulka (yes, with K)- mechanic. refri-fridge. alaska-freezer (I{ve only heard that one once). fresa-rich and always ends with A. (Está bien fresa, hermano.) andar-to be. (ando enfermo- I{m sick.) No Manches! (o sea, No manche para nosotros misioneros)-no joking! marcar-call on the phone. Also, everything{s said as though with sarcasm and when asking a question or a favor, it{s said as though with English (de inglaterra) inflection, starting the sentence high and dropping on the last syllable. And everything, EVERYTHING ends in -ita, -illa, or -ote. Qué tal el calorcito? Tiene un ratillo? Progreso poco a poquitillote en el idioma.

Scripture: read Helaman 16:17-21 this week. Wow, how similar things are now as far as attitudes towards religion. Joseph Smith couldn{t have expressed it better if he{d written the book.

Con mucho amor, Elder Taylor

Week 12

Well, it's already that time of the year. Cambios time. Me quedo aquí en Aurora 2, pero mi compañero se va a Zaragoza en el Norte. Mi nuevo compañero se llama Elder Carpio y es de Pachuca. Supuestamente también habla Inglés. Que Bendición! No lo aun a conocido a él. De todos modos, me quedo con mis investigadores.

I baptized this week and I would send pictures but I can't upload them. Her name is Istela Martinez Martinez. I didn't know her before and I probably will only see her a few more times in the future, pero ahí va. I baptized her in water that was a little more than knee deep, so we were kneeling which made it awkward for her to lean backward so there was a lot of awkward slipping and splashing around and we had to do it twice because her dress didn{t go completely under. But I must have done something right because she said she felt clean and pure and with more ganas de seguir adelante. So i'm not complaining. People kept asking me if i was excited and I didn{t know how to answer them. Yeah, it was kind of exciting to be part of that and of course I was excited for her, but it didn't really have the same import that i think everyone was expecting it to have for me. I didn{t know her. I love her as a child of god, but I don{t really have that same love that I have for Los Córdoba or Los Mendoza Peña. Or los Alvarez, whom i{m about to tell you about. I'm still praying really hard to help bring these people to Baptism and they want to so badly, and as much as I appreciated Hermana Martinez, I don't care who does the ordinance: I want to see my investigators in the water.

The investigators: The Cordoba family have missed 3 weekends in a row now. They're getting super frustrated with themselves, which is good and bad. The same with the Mendoza Peña family. But the Alvarez family came! María Angelina and her three children, her husband, her sister and her son. It was awesome! I never found out if the family was a reference or a contact or waht, Elder Alcalá never told me, but we met them and entered there home. Carlos, the son, can´t breathe on his own and can´t leave his bed for other deformities. The family is kind of centered around his needs. They've been searching for a church but hadn't been able to find one that they liked. Well now they have! A ver que les pareció la iglesia. Vamos a verlos esta noche. They've just been a fount of new investigators too because every time we pass, there's a new aunt or the grandma or someone new that's looking for a new church. This whole family is just so ready to accept it and they could ALL be baptized in a month. That's about 20 new members to the stake. And they just come to church and don't have any struggle to do it. How WONDERFUL!

Something I've learned about myself: I'm too individualistic. I don't like accepting help from other people and I don't like asking for it. I also have a hard time relating to people my own age, especially with a language barrier. Not that I'm a total recluse or refuse help, it just hurts me a little inside. This can be a good thing at times, but in a team effort thing like missionary work....no tanto.

Something interesting: the Coahuilense version of the Canadiense "eh?" es something parecida a "vdah?" It's a really slurred version of "Verdad?" but is used a whole lot more often than we use "right?" Also, there´s a difference. When people actually want a response, they say "Verdad?" when they´re just saying it, it's more like "Vdah?" one syllable with all the sounds smooshed together. Yep.

I made the crisp! it actually turned out alright. not exactly crisp, but it tasted good and felt good. So i'm counting it as a success.

One thing that I forgot to write about a while ago: I was wondering if I was actually doing anything here in Saltillo. Mejor dicho, i was wondering if Peter Taylor was making a difference or if I was just doing what any other elder tom, elder dick or elder harry could be doing. I got my answer fromt he Grandmother of the girl that was kidnapped. She told me what her daughter, the mom of the girl, had said. That she would never forget the prayer I offered over the food, how it brought such comfort into her heart and into that terrible time of her life.

I've seen evil things here. Correction: i've seen the results of evil things here. I entered a house where, just minutes before, the active member had beat his wife and broken every door in the house. I saw a family whose daughter had just been kidnapped. I've seen families split by drugs. Many other things as well, and all in the little time that i've been here. My patriarchal blessing says that I will see much evil in the world but as long as my testimony is strong, my family will not be touched. Well, so far that's been true. How grateful I am to have this testimony.

One last thing: what's Mrs Castro's complete name? It's longer than most latino names, vdah?

Que Dios les bendiga!

-Elder Taylor

week 5 of this transfer...so 11 of mexico

Hola todos!

I don´t know if you´ve sent a package yet or if you´re going to, but I have a request for one more thing: could I have an english dictionary? the problem with just having spanish-english and not a just english is that often I don´t know what the English word means and so the spanish-english does not help diddly squat.

Mom, I think you would really love one of the resources we have as missionarys. It´s called Adjusting to Missionary Life and it´s a pamphlet/book thing. It just has a ton of really good advice about adjusting to life in general and sometimes I read it and I think Oh Mom told me about that or sometimes I´ll bet mom would like to try that. So yeah. The Boise Mission or the Nampa mission probably have it and would probably give it to you if you asked for it.

In Alma 34:11-12 I ran into something that me llamó la atención. It´s a question, but behind it is another implied question, something that I´d run into in The Brothers Karamazov. "How can the suffering of one man, even a perfect one, pay for the sins and sufferings of any other person?" And then Amelek offers an answer. And there´s an answer in Alma 7 también. 

Also, I read Alma 24:19. Me hizo pensar: ¿en qué manera podemos nosotros enterrar nuestros armas de guerra? I took this around with me for a scripture thought and nos encontramos en la casa de una miembra menos-activa. La puse la pregunta. Empezó a llorar, diciendo que ella tenía mucho rencor y odio para familiares. Nos salió una bonita lección. Y iba a asistir a la conferencia, mas no fue. Ni modo, la vemos hoy día.

We started teaching Tevye. De veras, this guy acts, talks and even looks like Tevye from Fiddler on the Roof. To make it even better, he has a wife who sounds, talks and even looks like Golda and he has three daughters, one of whom we´d been teaching earlier but hadn´t seen for a couple weeks.

We watched Conference in the Church, the english speakers who didn´t have investigators with them in one room and all the members and investigators in the chapel. I LOVED how they could finally speak in their native language. It´s something, like mom just mentioned to me, I´d been hoping for for a long time and had commented to at least mom, maybe more people. But something funny happened. I recognized the late Greg Marsh and so did another missionary. He´s in her ward at home. Small world, this mormon thing is.

Quotes from the week: after a lesson about the law of chastity, man looks at his wife and says, "Bueno, Casémonos! Vamos a tenernos una boda!" later, after a lesson about follow the Prophet, the wife looks at us and says "El profeta habla con Dios cara a cara? Yo quiero ser profeta!" OH they´re beautiful. But they couldn´t make it to the Conference...

We haven´t seen the Cordoba family for a few days. THey suddenly disappeared. We know they´ve been at home but they´ve been arriving too late for us to knock.

Powerful spiritual moments from this week: during one of the prayers on Saturday, the prayerer said something about blessing the families of the missionaries. In an instant, I knew that mom´s heart had been touched by that and that everybody was just fine.

ALso, one night we were waiting outside the house of Los Córdoba and a woman passed us with her two kids. We said "Buenas noches!" and she kept walking, but something pulled both me and my temporary compañero Elder Monterosso to her. We chased her down and asked her her name, and suddenly I felt that I needed to ask her a certain question: "Está pasando por algo difícil ahora?" she nodded and said she was. Then I told her that our message wou7ld help her in her life and help her find the strength and courage to overcome lo que fuera. It was the most powerfully felt contact I´d ever made. 

Well, that´s it for this week. Vai!

-Elder Taylor

Week X

Sorry this letter is late and short. We had an incident earlier today which made us really late and we almost didn´t get a chance to write.

News of investigators this week. The Cordoba family didn´t come to church this Sunday, but we´re a penas de visitarlos ahorita. We started teaching another family, the Mendoza Peña, y están bien dispuestos para recibir todo! Siento como aarón en el Libro de Mormón cuando está enseñando al rey de los lamanitas. Ellos aceptan todo. The challenge with them is it´s too easy. We can´t be sure if they´re just accepting it or if it´s actually touching them, but they say they´ve seen changes in their vidas and that they feel it in their hearts, not just in the head. So...okay ;) Son bien buenos. No asistieron este domingo porque the hermana was shopping for a falda to wear and las combis tardaron.

Also, we started teaching an old man named Francisco who is parecidito a abuelo Taylor. Will you be baptized? Big grin and hands up in the air. COMO NO! And an old investigadora came to church! which was a surprise. NOt that we weren´t hoping, it´s that she hadn´t committed to do it.

This week has been the fastest and happiest so far. This has been the difference: When we commit someone to do something, we also commit to do it. We have the spirit suddenly bien fuerte en la casa en la noche y durante el día. It´s because we´re experiencing the same conversion the investigators and members are. 

I bought the family´s christmas present! Lots of galletas.

Una hermana nos dio una yerba para té, y pienso que se llamaba yerba missa, pero no estoy seguro de eso. Algo parecido. De todo modo sabe entre menta y anis. Está bien rica.

I taught ELder Alcalá how to make crepas esta mañana. Can peach crisp be made on the stove top?

Things i´ve been noticing in the Book of Mormon. ALmost always when Padre Eterno is said, it´s refering to Jesucristo. Interesante. I think it´s probably because there´s a different word for Eternal Cosmological Creator of Heaven and Earth than there is for Father. BUt that´s just what I think.

Also, one thing I´ve been wondering about. I´ve heard people in the church talk about how as Europeans, we´re literal descendents of Ephraim. I´ve doubted this. I´ve been searching for scriptural support of one side or the other. I´ve only run across one scripture that hints that Joseph SMith was literal descendant, but by all the others I´ve found, it seems that we´re adopted, in both the Bible and the Book of Mormon. I have yet to check the DOctrine and COvenants. The Book of Mormon talks about three different peoples generally: The Israelites, the Remnant of Israel, and the Gentiles. It´s pretty darn clear and succinct in dividing the groups. ALso, algo interesante is the promises to the Lamanites, a lot of them haven’t been fulfilled yet. 

Êsto es todo. Bye!

Elder taylor