Week 2 is now over and holy crap it went by so much faster. Thankfully. Always just counting down to the next P day.
So I have some solid stories for this week... first, I told yall about all the nicknames last week. Well, I thought I had mine already but now it's changed. Everyone started calling me Gurk Nowitzki which was bomb cause go Mavs MFFL. But then we were sitting at the lunch table with the Latinos the next week and just working on my spanish and trying to have a casual conversation. My one problem with spanish is that I cant roll my "r's". So I said "Tengo un perro" which means I have one dog. But since I can't roll my r's to the latinos it sounded like "tengo un pedo". Pedo means fart. My nickname from the latinos is now Elder Fart... Elder. Fart. Thankfully they all left today so I can hopefully muster up a better nickname with the new shipment of Latinos.
Another funny one was Elder Dawsons nickname he got this week. Elder Dawsons a bigger dude but he's really funny. But the ruthless Latinos nicknamed him "Estruden" which is the fat worm off of Bug's Life. If you could only see Elder Dawson haha
I was thinking how last week how I said we all shaved our heads and then I realized that half of the people receiving this email think I'm in a cult so that probably wasn't a good idea hahaha but it was voluntarily done lol
Btw both my teachers had Hayden Parker my roomie at the Y and my homie as well as Shad Pace who was another good friend from BYU and they both went here to the Guatemala MTC. Hermana Estrada said they'll both be good missionaries!
I guess I didn't talk about the food last week. It's not horrible but it's no Tejas bbq either LOL I'd compare it to the Cannon Center but worse jaja they put pico de gallo on almost all the lunch and dinner foods which is good. It's doable haha but we went to the small market today just to reload on toiletries and supplies and whatever. We passed about 3 street corner grills and oh my gosh they just smelled like heaven. So I don't think I've had any 'real' Guatemalan food yet.
Me and my comp, Elder Duncan, are still getting along good. It's been a lot harder this week because he is one weird dude. And he talks all the time. I honestly dont think I've heard anyone tell more detailed stories than anyone in my life haha. It's funny to watch because as soon as he starts talking everyone gets reaaaaal comfortable in their seats b/c they know it'll be a while jaja Not many people in the district are too fond of him but I think I do a pretty good job of sticking with him and just biting my tongue which is whatcha gotta do!
But I've made some great friends already. Me and Elder Chabreis, the west point dude are real good buds. He's just so funny and we have similar backgrounds. We talk a lot about if we're companions out in the field cause he's going to City East as well. I think the district as well as the area look up to both of us as example setters and just because we're two years older than most of them. Me and Elder Manning (Micah?) from Reno are also good buds. He's going to the Quezeltenango mish however. Still love my district too.
My spanish is still progressing well and I can speak better this week, but understanding spanish is still my achilles heal. They talk so. fast. jaja but i know it'll come with time.
One week, our teacher got mad cause I think we were all pretty tired that day and the next day President Cox came into talk to us. I didn't think I liked President Cox at first but that talk really inspired me. He talked about the importance of obedience and following every single rule and how we will be blessed if we do so...
I think all my life Heavenly Father has been making points to me about obedience. Whether it was just being a stupid high school kid and doing little things that got me in trouble a lot, or not following every rule at BYU. Whatever the case, I always paid the consequence. But I think now I've realized that I never got away with it, or always got what seemed to be a harsh punishment at the time because God was teaching me a lesson about obedience and preparing me for this time in my life. To be an obedient missionary. I've realized that we all have our agency to decide what kind of missionary we're going to be, and I've definitely made the commitment to obedience, even out in the field when it's just me and my companion and no one else but Heavenly Father watching. Obedience is the key to being a good missionary.
Hope everyone's doing well back in the Lone Star State. My Cougars and Texas AM Aggies are still killin it apparently so that's good to hear!
I love all y'all and miss all you guys a bunch! Until next week,
Adios and Texas Forever
Elder Sam Gurksnis
Hey momma! I just sent that out to that email list you gave me so don't worry about forwarding it.
Love you so much. Dear Elder takes two weeks to get here cause they print em off in Provo and then send them to Guatemala. It's safer but it'll take about the same amount of time to send em straight here. Wish I had more time but i willl out in the field. Everything is still going great. Love you mucho madre.
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