Estoy en
Mexico!
On the plane
to Mexico none of the flight attendants spoke Spanish, the seating got all
mixed up so I sat in a random seat next to a teenage Latino. Halfway to Mexico
I found out he spoke English! We had a long talk about the gospel, he had so
many questions, so I gave him a pass along card.
When we landed in Mexico at 4.30 everything was crazy. I still hadn’t met up with any other missionaries and I had no clue where to go. My Latino friend Erik helped me get through immigration, and we waited outside the terminal doors to find my people. We waited FOREVER, and Erik refused to leave me until I found my group, even though he had a 4 hour bus ride home.
He later left me and came back a little later with another young boy that was there to get me. I guess he had just been sitting on a bench waiting for me, but he had on street clothes so there was no way of knowing. After Erik left, me and the other boy waited for his dad’s brother in law to get us. But the boy didn’t have cell phone and his relative didn’t know to find us. 2 hours later his relative found us. The ride to the CCM was crazy!! People in Mexico are the WORST drivers. We almost died. And then we got pulled over by the police! But he just wanted to check his registration, and that was all. Got to the CCM at 9ish and all my roommates were already in bed.
When we landed in Mexico at 4.30 everything was crazy. I still hadn’t met up with any other missionaries and I had no clue where to go. My Latino friend Erik helped me get through immigration, and we waited outside the terminal doors to find my people. We waited FOREVER, and Erik refused to leave me until I found my group, even though he had a 4 hour bus ride home.
He later left me and came back a little later with another young boy that was there to get me. I guess he had just been sitting on a bench waiting for me, but he had on street clothes so there was no way of knowing. After Erik left, me and the other boy waited for his dad’s brother in law to get us. But the boy didn’t have cell phone and his relative didn’t know to find us. 2 hours later his relative found us. The ride to the CCM was crazy!! People in Mexico are the WORST drivers. We almost died. And then we got pulled over by the police! But he just wanted to check his registration, and that was all. Got to the CCM at 9ish and all my roommates were already in bed.
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