Dear Familia,
That is actually the group name that I have created for you on here. I figured that I could use a little of my computer-geeky side to get better acquanted with my inbox. It actually saves me something around 3 minutes and 23.292 seconds by writing "Familia" rather than putting everyone's emailing address in the "To:" box. But... I just wasted that much writing this little braggity note to you.
Anyway, so yesterday on the way to church, we were driving along and what do you know but I looked behind us and saw that the Bolton's were driving behind us. We were excited, paying more attention to them rather than the road and apparently started speeding down the highway. When we arrived, Bro. Bolton chided me for this, saying that fasted I should go on Hwy 33 is 60 mph. Apparently I had been going around 80. Well, I promised him that I would slow down.
So later that night, we were headed to our Missionary Correlation Meeting around 8:00 pm, and I had turned left on a 4-way stop when all of a sudden a car turns on and pulls behind me. A COP! So I was driving well below the speed limit (it was a residential road) and I turned and pulled over. He hadn't turned on his lights but he was shining his spotlight.
NO!!!! I was so upset. I knew that I had ever so slightly rolled through the stop sign. So anyway, he didn't have on his lights or anything but I had pulled over, and then he walked over and of course looked me in the eyes to make sure that I was sober, then said, "License and Registration. How are you doing this evening?"
"Not too bad." Until now! I handed him my license and registration.
"Do you know why I pulled you over this evening?"
"No."
Well, he was talking to us, asking us where we were headed, etc. When he saw my license and I had told him that I was from Miami but that I was a missionary and that we were headed to a member's house, he looked me in the eyes and said, "You aren't going out burglarizing any house and making trouble, eh?"
We laughed and said, "No", and then he handed me back my license and registration.
"Have a good evening, and stop at stop-signs!"
WHEW! That was rediculous evening. Well, I have been NOT speeding ever since. And I count 3-Mississippi before going. No trouble. No tickets for me!
Yikes. When we passed by there later, there were lights and handcuffs... the works. That was a close shave. He had an amazing hiding spot.
Other news... my new companion, Elder Gonzalez, is amazing. When I had gone to pick him up, he didn't speak a lick of English. Well, later found out that he DID... but the Zone Leaders were pulling a prank. =D
But my Spanish has improved dramatically since he has been my companion. My previous companion, Elder Sanchez, was from El Salvador and spoke fluently but would only speak English to me. Whenever I asked questions, he hardly ever answered them. Ugh! That was something that bothered me about him.
But with Elder Gonzalez, I think we speak more Spanish than English. It is amazing! I am so happy. It makes me feel like I can more fully fulfill my purpose out here. Oh, and apparently, I am killing him. This is his last transfer of his mission. It has been really cool to be his companion because this is the place that he started his mission. This area! The first day he was here, he pulled out his first planner. It had TONS of names. His trainer knew how to use a planner, I'm telling you. We got something like 50 names from it. We have been teaching this new family, the Hernandez's. Their son, Panchito (Francisco), is a member but he has trouble getting to church because... he is on a soccer team and they play on Sundays.
But regardless, Elder Gonzalez has a way with bonding with the people. Between his talking about Monterrey, Mexico or the "Tigres" soccer team in Texas, they start talking with him. I am learning lots from him. So in our Spanish Branch, Saturday night around 10:45 pm, we received a text/call from Elder Wood that I was supposed to give a talk the next day. Well, because of the amazing practice with Elder Gonzalez, it went rather smoothly... other than the fact that I was also playing the piano, and they were about to ask me to bless the sacrament. (I'm not even kidding... they did.) It is times like those that you realize the importance of missionaries in some areas. When building up branches, without much help from the members, the responsibility falls completely to the Branch President and the missionaries.
It was funny because during my talk, I told everyone that I had only given one talk before in Spanish before, and that had been in the MTC. The thing was that since no one really speaks Spanish there, you can really say just about anything with a "espaneesh accent" and no one can tell the difference. They got a kick out of that.
Anyway, I gotta go... but thank you for everything. Rachel, I sent you your letter several days ago. Suzanne, Cristina, Mom, and Dad, and Jessica and Steve... yours are sadly still in the works.
But HAPPY Valentine's Day!!!
I love you and keep up the great work!
Love,
Elder Ostler