25 Sept 2018: American Food is ... Boring

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My shoes after a morning of proselyting. Literally some of my areas are that dusty.
Hola todos!

I have come to make a culinary and cultural observation this past week. After a month of almost exclusively Hispanic dinners, I have realized that American food is just plain...boring. Compared to Hispanic food, which pops with flavor, a cheeseburger or chicken sandwich from In N Out or Wendy's, has no flavor. They still taste good, not a bad burger, but it's just boring now! Oh well, I am going to eat purely Mexican food for the rest of my life and be content with that and die happy. 

This week has been a weird one and a fast one.

Some highlights were:
-met a member of the stake high council whose name is Tony Stark. No joke.
-Matt is still going on strong, we mentioned the fact that he could serve a mission in a year and he seemed interested by that! 
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a funny doorbell that pretty much sums up missionary life.
-I had pozole for the first time, which is a Mexican soup that was inspired by God. Then we went to our actual dinner appointment, and I barely had anything because the pozole filled me up.
-Ricardo is doing awesome! He stopped drinking entirely, and is so excited to be baptized. The other day he said that he can't wait to help out more in the church, i.e. having a calling.
-Jovonie is also doing really well! He is more active in the YSA activities than most members.
-Thursday morning we got a call from the Mayhews, recent converts in the ward. They were very mad on the phone. One of the members that they had been living with needed their stuff off of his property by a certain time. Brother Mayhew then said that he has his legal team, the best in the country working on this, so if they touch his stuff, his "legal team" would take action. His "head lawyer" would be Johnnie Cochran, who was  the head of the defense of the OJ Simpson case. That would be pretty cool if Johnnie Cochran had not passed away in 2005. Then Brother Mayhew asked us to guard his stuff. At this point, as missionaries, we were not allowed to get involved in anything involving legal procedures. It was an interesting day. 
-we met a Rastafarian guy. That was actually pretty cool, because we just shared our beliefs and he was a nice guy! 
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Wendy's receipt mishap. I wonder if she saw my nametag?
-I met a Cuban guy on splits (I was with a different missionary) and understood him pretty well, which was surprising, because Cubans are notorious for speaking at 10000000000mph.
-one of the English speaking elders in my zone, elder day, could not stop talking about how amazing Mexican food was. (He had just had his first Mexican member meal) he said he did not understand anything being said at dinner, but the food was amazing. 
-we went to a less active member house, and talked to them. After a little bit, the wife started yelling at her husband in Spanish, calling him a "mentiroso" (a liar). Then she looked at us, and said "wait, you guys don't speak Spanish right?" And we were like "well, we actually do, ha ha" so that was fun.
- On my month mark in the field on the 22nd, we were not even a quarter mile from our apartment, and a Uhaul van sideswipes us! A worker totally didn't even see us, and even though Elder Dillender swerved, the lady hit my side of the car! To make a long story short, she wouldn't give her info to us. Then, while we were waiting for the police at the Uhaul place, she left, and her supervisor left! So when the cop finally got there, five hours later (no joke, we were there from 10:15 to 3:15) the other driver, and everyone who had been there at the time of the accident was gone! That was a crazy day. 
-that day we had a great lesson with a guy named Juan Carlos and his friend Clarivel. They invited their friends to listen to us too
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Wal-Mart shenanigans. Apparently they are now selling McCafe candles

It's been a crazy week, and it went by quick too! 

One more thing. Many of you have asked me if it would be alright to see me while I am here in Vegas. My mission President has said that visit from family and friends are not allowed. I love you all, but I need to obey my President, and by extension, the Lord. "I must obey"- Nephi (a Book of Mormon prophet)
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Apparently one of the Wendy's workers is LDS too!

Keep the emails coming!
Love you all!
Elder Lovell

 
 
 
 
 To email Clark directly:
clark.lovell@myldsmail.net

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