I went to the clinic this week and I was in for about a 5-minute interview. I told him that I had this, this and that. Then he was like, dude look at your face... you obviously have parasites. He had me take a blood test, wait three hours and confirm that it was true, I have *Mambo #5 in my stomach. Rest assured, I was given medicine. To say the least, when I showed the medicine to the nurse in our ward, she went, oh man they gave you the heavy stuff. When I was headed out the door a last-minute question came to my mind. My companion has been eating exactly the same things, does he need to take the medicine too? And as a wise Troy Bolton once said, "We're all in this together."
It was a busy week for us, a few days we felt like we were zombies, but we worked hard. I got a lot of strange looks from people saying I looked dead, but it will never change the fact that I worked my butt off.
Well, we did not get to go to the conference with Quinten L.Cook. As much as I would have loved to have been there, wooo we didn't have to take that long 26 hour bus ride there and back.
Well, we did not get to go to the conference with Quinten L.Cook. As much as I would have loved to have been there, wooo we didn't have to take that long 26 hour bus ride there and back.
One day in a taxi, the radio started playing Country music and I was pumped. Literally, it was the first time I have heard Country in all of my mission. Anywho, Elder Reyna was like what is this? I said "Only some of the best music: Country," and he was like "nah no way, here in Bocus... Nahh". And I was like, "I know country, this is definitely country." Then on cue, we got to the lyrics, and I kid you not, I could hardly hold in my laugh. Elder Reyna sheepishly turned to me with a cheesy frown when the song started, "Awwww Yeaaa, I'm a Country Boy with my four-wheel drive..."
The one and only Elder Reyna has now left Changuinola. What a man. I have never seen a missionary who knows the Bible more than this guy. Honestly, he's been an amazing companion and genuinely a really good friend. I will not forget the countless jokes nor the times we tried to teach the YMCA to investigators. I'm genuinely torn quite a bit that's he's leaving, but I know we'll keep in contact. Love you man and best luck in the city.
I don't know who my new companion is yet, I have to leave early so that I can go pick him up. Love you all!.
