My First Day in Mexico

My first day in Mexico is kinda fuzzy now. Not because more than 30 years have passed but because we did so many things and I couldn't understand much of anything. Even with all the time I had spent in the LTM, I still couldn't understand much of anything when I got to Mexico. I wondered if I had wasted all my time in the LTM or maybe I had spent to much time there.

But after two weeks, suddenly I could understand what everyone was saying or at least much of what they were saying. I still had trouble being understood but it was a big improvement. Things kept getting better and by the end of the first Month I went on a split with a member priest from our ward who didn't speak any english and I got along just fine. By the end of my mission I was dreaming in Spanish and I was serving in areas with mexican companions, hours away from anyone who spoke english.

Anyway, getting back to my first day. I liked Elder Smead my senior companion, but I soon discovered that he had no sense of direction. By the afternoon of my first day, it seems liked I knew our area better than he did. I remember walking around the block with him and following him up the wrong door to someone else's apartment. He seemed quite lost until I told him, I think we live across the street. By the end of the first week, we went were he decided to go but by my directions.

I grew to love Elder Smead and interesting enough when I became a senior companion, he was my first district leader. We still worked together but his sense of direction still wasn't any better.