...Don't call anyone a Naco.
Hello from SUNNY California!!! Finally! Sunny California.
This has been quite a week. We had a mission goal to contact 20,000 people this week and "engage in gospel related discussion" We finished last night and fell short by 46 people. Awesome! and super lame at the same time. I loved this because it forced us to talk to absolutely everyone we ran into. You think that missionaries talk to everyone everywhere they go, but sadly it isn't true :( Good missionaries do, or they should, but it is just super uncomfortable sometimes. SO I am glad we did this, because it helped me to be better at that. And we have had a number of really neat experiences come from it:
We were in a hurry to get to our next appointment, and a woman walked by us in an apartment complex. We started to pass her but decided we should go back and contact her. She said hello and told us that she had been baptized into the church over 20 years ago and hadn't been back in ages. We spoke for a minute but she acted uninterested in talking to us, so we left her with our phone number and told her she could call us if she ever needed anything. The next morning at 8:00 AM she called us and said that she'd been thinking all day since we talked and she wanted to go back to church. We got the address for her and she went out and bought a dress. She went to the English ward so we haven't heard yet if she actually made it, but how neat is that! All because we took 2 minutes to stop and talk to her.
I could write a book about all of the hilarious things that happened this week, and five about all of the awkward things that happened... but I will just tell you one about the joys of learning a language! We are trying to learn the names of and be able to differentiate all of the different accents and dialects we hear here. The people from Veracruz and Spain never pronounce their "S"es We were told by a member that this is how the "Nacos" talk. She said people who live near the coasts often talk like Nacos. So...we just thought it was the name of another dialect. We were out contacting and started talking to this man in a neighborhood, and he clearly had the accent. Sister Cowley asked him if he was a Naco. He gave us this really confused kind of disgusted look and said no. We were confused, but never clarified. So three weeks later we are talking to the Frias Family who we are teaching and they start talking about Nacos - who are apparently the "Valley Girl's" of Mexico, and wear crazy cheetah print clothing. We told them the story about the guy on the street and they laughed so hard. They couldn't even speak for like 10 minutes they were laughing so hard. No wonder the guy never showed up for our appointment.
...Don't call anyone a Naco.
This has been quite a week. We had a mission goal to contact 20,000 people this week and "engage in gospel related discussion" We finished last night and fell short by 46 people. Awesome! and super lame at the same time. I loved this because it forced us to talk to absolutely everyone we ran into. You think that missionaries talk to everyone everywhere they go, but sadly it isn't true :( Good missionaries do, or they should, but it is just super uncomfortable sometimes. SO I am glad we did this, because it helped me to be better at that. And we have had a number of really neat experiences come from it:
We were in a hurry to get to our next appointment, and a woman walked by us in an apartment complex. We started to pass her but decided we should go back and contact her. She said hello and told us that she had been baptized into the church over 20 years ago and hadn't been back in ages. We spoke for a minute but she acted uninterested in talking to us, so we left her with our phone number and told her she could call us if she ever needed anything. The next morning at 8:00 AM she called us and said that she'd been thinking all day since we talked and she wanted to go back to church. We got the address for her and she went out and bought a dress. She went to the English ward so we haven't heard yet if she actually made it, but how neat is that! All because we took 2 minutes to stop and talk to her.
I could write a book about all of the hilarious things that happened this week, and five about all of the awkward things that happened... but I will just tell you one about the joys of learning a language! We are trying to learn the names of and be able to differentiate all of the different accents and dialects we hear here. The people from Veracruz and Spain never pronounce their "S"es We were told by a member that this is how the "Nacos" talk. She said people who live near the coasts often talk like Nacos. So...we just thought it was the name of another dialect. We were out contacting and started talking to this man in a neighborhood, and he clearly had the accent. Sister Cowley asked him if he was a Naco. He gave us this really confused kind of disgusted look and said no. We were confused, but never clarified. So three weeks later we are talking to the Frias Family who we are teaching and they start talking about Nacos - who are apparently the "Valley Girl's" of Mexico, and wear crazy cheetah print clothing. We told them the story about the guy on the street and they laughed so hard. They couldn't even speak for like 10 minutes they were laughing so hard. No wonder the guy never showed up for our appointment.
...Don't call anyone a Naco.
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