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Wednesday, April 8, 2015

April 8, 2015 So week one in Inwood!

So week one in Inwood!
 It’s been wild! Wednesday night Elder Ficklin and I went and taught a lesson to a Asian man named Jay, and we got a baptismal date with him so that’s really awesome! He’s a cool guy we don't know a whole ton about him yet though! But he seems really interesting! Thursday we refigured the apartment, we have it set up now really cool. I like it! We have a really good ceiling fan! It keeps it cool at night! Thursday we were able to teach two lessons! One of which was to an investigator named Mark, he is really struggling with a coffee and smoking addiction. But we are working with him, Friday we met with two people in the ward, one is a really old guy named Paul he is really interesting he just called us and said he wanted a lesson. So we showed up and taught him one. He is a really interesting guy! Anyways after that we ended up teaching a lesson to a man named Fredrick, I don't think that he is fully there. He is really unique he just wanted to read the Book of Mormon with us and then see a video from the church, He is just really unique! Saturday and Sunday were general conference, I really enjoyed it! There were some great talks given! I’m really looking forward to studying them all! It is really cool to watch conference as a missionary. Monday was super interesting.
So Inwood is commonly referred to as “in hood”, it's pretty ghetto, anyways I have seen so much weird stuff since being here, there are hood rats who just sluff elementary school and crawl around the scaffolding outside our apartment, anyways Monday a member in the Spanish Ward wanted to take the whole zone out to breakfast. So we showed up, it was so weird the waitress could hardly speak English, anyways I had pretty much no clue about what was being said the whole time, I ordered a glass of milk sounds safe right? So I get it in a coffee cup and it’s a little bit creamy in color so I'm thinking something is up, I take a whiff of it and it smelt like fried cheese so at this point I'm starting to sweat a little, I stir it with my spoon and then blow off a spoonful to cool it off, I taste it and it's got a curd or something it and it like no Bueno, it tastes like fried rice, and weird creamy cheese, it's freaking weird. So I don't know what to do I have to finish it because this sweet old Spanish woman is getting it for me, so I just decided to bite the bullet and chug it, it was rough. I about lost it all over the table I started to cough and my comp was slapping my back, it was quite a scene, but I downed it right? It was weird. We legitimately think it was goat’s milk. Like all jokes set aside, we think it was goats milk. Anyways so many random things happened we got bowls of syrup and the zone is just weird it's a ton of Spanish missionaries who just do bizarre stuff.
            Anyways I'm in awe of how strange this is and all of a sudden the Spanish woman hobbles over to Elder Ficklin and I and randomly starts telling us in broken English about this time she tried calling some guy and she called him three times and he never called her back, and she just tells us this for five minutes then she just hobbles out of the restaurant, nobody has a clue where she went. And she is gone for like twenty minutes then she comes back with a picture of her in a barrel that says Niagara daredevil and it looks like it's going off of Niagara falls, and I am at this point completely speechless. I have absolutely no clue what is going on. There is a Spanish elder who can't figure out if the picture was real or photo shopped. It's obviously just a weird little photo booth thing. But he can't figure it out. Anyways our food gets to us finally and I get bread with pretty much raw egg yolks on it, I have absolutely no clue why. So I start trying to eat it and not puke up the goat’s milk. And the Spanish lady leaves again for about 10 minutes this time and then comes bag with a little bag from a bodega, and she points at me and has me pick a random number so I'm just like seven and she starts cheering and hands me the bag and it's got some Oreos and some slices of bread and cake, so I just start being like "whoooo baked goods yeah" trying to act like I know why I have been given these and why the number seven is such a good reason to cheer. Anyways it's fine ally time to go because everyone stands up and leaves so we are on the subway to the chapel and the only clarification I get is I won the sister Veracruz lottery she does every time she takes the zone to breakfast and that's why I won the goodies and bread. That still doesn't explain why she only had me pick a number though.
            Anyways that whole day was weird we went to a opera sing along that evening, it was way awkward about a 1/4 off all the people there were missionaries, nobody from the stake really showed up. It was weird nobody had a freaking clue how to sing opera either so it was a bunch of missionaries and old people with five or six opera singers singing for two hours... It was weird. I took a selfie during it I will attach. Anyways Tuesday was mediocre we tracked into a crazy woman she let us in and we started talking about the restoration and she started telling us about how she quit her job because the voices in her head were being mean, so we remembered we had to leave and on her way out we noticed there was a old pass along card on her fridge, so it's obviously not the first visit from the missionaries.

Anyways Inwood is really fun there really is never a dull moment from midgets driving motorcycles to a bunch of old catholic women hauling full size crosses up the Inwood hill, it's a party!

Elder Richards

Me with Elder Ficklin on the right.

Zone Opera Sing along!

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