The results of transfers are in... I'm now in Santa Rosa de Lima. It's a border town, more or less. My house is about 15 minutes in bus away from the border of Honduras. My area goes all the way to the border, though we don't work that far out. Oh, and everyone says that Santa Rosa is THE hottest area in the mission. So I have gone from the coldest area in the mission to the hottest. On the bright side, December is the coolest month of the year down here, so I'm not dying from the change of climate. Much.
From what I've seen, I'm going to love Santa Rosa. This town is alive! There is always something going on, always motion, always noise, at least in downtown. Very different from Berlin, where everything was closed by 6:00 at night.
The work is going well here. We have several progressing investigators, and a couple of for-sure baptisms as soon as we can get permission from the parents.
Today has been an interesting P-day so far. The bus we were on died. We were on our way to the city of La Union for an activity with the zone. A guy on a motorcycle pulled up alongside the driver's window and yelled something at him, pointing behind him. The next thing I knew we were pulling over very quickly. We soon found out why. As we came to a stop smoke started pouring in the windows in the back of the bus. Most of the people on the bus stayed calm, but a few started to panic. In their fear, the clouds of smoke were as bad as seeing roaring flames. Lots of screaming and yelling ensued, but thankfully nobody got trampled in the mad rush to get off of the bus. They thought that the motor was on fire, and that if they didn't get off of the bus that very instant that they would die!
In that moment, I felt a tiny bit like President Nelson did in the experience that he tells about in this video. The other missionaries and I sat in our seats calm as a summer morning watching as other's hearts failed them. Now, I know that the situation was not nearly as serious as an impending plane crash, but the same principle applies. Knowing who we are, why we are here, and that we are doing our best to live the commandments of God gives us the confidence needed to be calm in spite of the storm around us. Even in a life-threatening situation like that mentioned in the video, we can be calm, and have the reassurance that we are ready to meet our maker.
In the end, the emergency on the bus was not nearly as serious as those poor souls thought. The brakes on the rear left tires had failed, and the brakes were burning. That in turn froze the tires in place, so the tires were burning. Hence all of the smoke. I didn't see any flames, but the cobrador (the guy who takes our money when we pay) and the driver were throwing a bunch of water on the parts that were smoking. Once they got things cooled down we started on our way again, only to stop five minutes later because the same problem started up again. They tried repairing it again, and not even a minute later it failed again. At that point they told us to just get on another bus, and that they would pay for us. Which was very nice of them. In the end, we made it to La Union unscorched, just lightly smoked!
Now, for the explanation of the email title. Yesterday's lunch was spaghetti and rice, accompanied by tortillas (everything here has a side of tortillas). After eating my rice as quickly as possible (I'm really tired of rice, seeing as I eat it literally every day I eat with a cocinera) I decided to try something different. Here in Oriente they make tortillas super thin, about the size of two mexican-style tortillas stacked on top of each other. I decided that they would be perfect for tacos. So I made spaghetti tacos. And they were delicious.
That's all for this week. Tune in next Monday for more of Elder West's crazy Salvadorean adventures!
Elder Colton West
El Salvador, San Salvador East Mission
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