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| Our little apartment |
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| Me and my trusty Steed |
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| Elder Steed |
I’ve been banished to Port Lavaca. Well that’s what everyone says. It’s where
they put the people they just want to forget about. It’s the farthest place
from the mission home, around 3 hours. To get here we had to drive through the
biggest hickville I’ve ever seen, where every other car is a Ford truck and all
the other ones are Chevy trucks! On the
main road people use cups to write in their cylone fences… things like
"obama is ruining everything" and "wake up America!" And
everything has a very basic name like “town store” and “restaurant”. One of them even got a little wild and was
called “restaurant and donut”. It was pretty funny. Then you get to port… i think it looks like
the ghetto of a Nicholas Sparks movie. Every
house in the whole town is a trailer or a mobile home. I think there are only 1 or 2 neighborhoods
of actual homes. But I love it here! Everybody
is a little crazy and super cool. And everyone has either moved or grew up here
and just seems to be stuck here. Plus,
we drive a Jeep Compass so it’s one of the best cars of the mission, haha!
And we went to Wal-Mart yesterday, and you know how in Wal-Mart it’s
always a game to look for the crazy people?
Well here its a little different. Its a game to look for the normal
people! But we have been biking a ton
because we have no miles this month. In fact, one day we got a combined total
of 8 flat tires! It was so lame! I’m
pretty sure they line the road with thorns here!
My companion’s name is Elder Steed. He is from Ogden and super new to the mission.
He is super cool! He loves to skate, we listened to the same
kind of music, and he is like a California kid just residing in Utah.
So this week, we built a deck Hispanic-style, just winging it
the whole way. It turned out pretty
decent actually. It was sweet, he just handed me a skill saw or something and
just told me to start cutting while he did other stuff. And we also found this
little taco truck hidden in an alley, but it was so good. They were some of the
best tacos I’ve ever had. And turns out people drive from all over to go to it.
But they had a huge skillet-grill thing that he was just going to town on. I’ve decided that any kitchen without one is
just not complete.
Right after we met a guy named Bill and turns out he grew up in Dog
town, like in the movie Lords of Dog Town. He grew up skating and surfing with Tony Alva
and Stacy and all of them. He was so
cool. He just told us crazy stories of
him charging 15-foot waves in Baja and how they almost surfed mavericks with
Alva and now he is some old guy selling houses in south Texas for a living. If you don’t know what I’m talking about just
ask Hunter and he can fill you in.
And here we also have a bilingual branch with like 40 people so
we have to translate all the meetings and teach half the classes. It’s pretty
fun but the guy who teaches Elders Quorum never finishes his sentences so
translating for him was impossible! At
least none of the Hispanics care too much.
But yeah, Port Lavaca is super fun. The last guy was here for 14 months! I hope I’m not like that though! I want to go to the city and get super good
at Spanish. We shall see…
Elder Lund
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