Email from Nov 3

I get all pictures that are sent my way and i love them. I love receiving pictures.

This week has been interesting. We've had to run a lot of errands to get a lot of random things done. But it's fine.

The missionary work is booming here in the area. There are so many people that want to listen to us and enjoy what we share. Many prayers are being answered. Right now, we have quite a few members presenting us to their friends. And these friends are really excited and love church. One thing that I have learned on my mission is to make friends with the people i serve here. It just seems like they love me, and i love them. That's probably the biggest way that i've grown. I actually care about and love these people here. Like, when I see them, I get really happy. When I don't, i feel like I'm missing something.

Fun stuff this week?

I got bit by a dog! For the second time on the mission. I don't even know why it happened. I was talking to somebody at their door, and a dog was passing by. But he was like 5 yards away and just walking past. I didn't bother him or anything. Out of nowhere, he changed his trajectory and pounced right at my left calf. It hurt quite bad, but I didn't hardly even react. He bit me and ran off. A couple days after the biting, we returned to this house to teach again. The dog walked past a few times like he was checking me out. Once, he came up pretty close while i was sitting down. It made me quite uncomfortable. To make it even worse, he started growling at my like he was about to attack again! I hate these dogs and they hate me.

We are teaching a really great family, the Camey Family. They are super pilas and I love them. They have the goal to get sealed in the temple even though they're not even baptized yet. They have invited me to the sealing and have offered to pay my plane ticket to come down! They're going to get baptized on the 16th of this month. They were going to get baptized this Sunday, but they've been drinking coffee. So, we told them we had to postpone it. I told them that they had to stop drinking coffee from that day on. The next day, the dad went the whole day a nervous wreck, biting his fingernails all day. He was just craving his coffee fix. But, he didn't drink it! Yea! When I went that night, I went with someone else that wasn't my companion. He asked, ¿oh, you drink coffee? The dad answered with confidence "I used to drink coffee. But not anymore." (in spanish. "Tomaba café, pero ya no.") It was so great.

I went and worked with the Zone Leader yesterday. It was a blast. He likes to work really hard and so do i. It was our 4th time working together over these past 6 months. We literally ran around all day. We showed up to the house that night at the last second because we ran like a mile and a half to get there. We found ourselves pretty far from home when 9:15 rolled around. We should up the the house absolutely destroyed fisically. It was great. Nothing feels better than getting home absolutely wrecked after a hard day of missionary work. There is no equal outside of the mission. I'm going to miss the feeling a lot when I'm back. Missionaries in whatever other mission, don't understand what we do here in the Guatemala City Central Mission, and that's okay. It's what we call "mission culture".

Stake Conference is this weekend! It'll be a blast.

Love y'all!

Elder Hunt