Everyone has been doing really well with not spending a ton of money, so as a zone we went to McDonald's, and the strangest thing happened. Elder Mantaipule and I were sitting down about to dig into our beautiful "american" food, when I notice someone outside just frantically running around. He looks at us, and just in a full sprint, the guy runs inside, right to our table. And in the most out of breathe, scared voice, he repeatedly asks if we were from the USA, in english, just over and over. So we tell the guy yes and he just starts going off. He tells us that he's from korea and that he has a relative serving his mission here. Then he says " you guys have P-day on Monday, right? we said yes, then he says " see i know everything about the missionaries, i know everything!" then two military men come up to us and just took him away. Still confused about it to this day haha.
Anyways, my companion and i were doing divisions with the Elders in an area called the Kennedy (Every single person in Honduras loves President JFK so they named a city after him) and with one of the elders from that area, we went to go eat baleadas at a member's house, bless their souls haha. anyways, we were talking about our favorite foods from back home, and with a thought of rememberance i told them that just about every day I would eat a peanutbutter sandwich. Then with a smirk on their faces, the disappeared. They returned with a gigantic jar of AMERICAN peanut butter, and said "Tangalo" (Have it). I literally almost passed out from excitement.
That's all for this week.
That's all for this week.
