One Year!! (October 12, 2015) Saltillo, Coahuila, Mexico

Oct 12 at 12:57 PM

So I'm not sure if you're all aware, but on the 15th I'm going to have one year in the mission! WOOOOOOOOOO. I actually haven't thought about it all that much, but that's a pretty long time! On Saturday I felt like an actual missionary for the first time in my mission. I realized where I was, what I was doing, what language I was speaking, and who I was doing it for. It was a really awesome experience. Especially because it was overcast and there was a breeze and it made it a really dramatic and movie-like experience. I'm really grateful for the mission.  I definitely don't regret coming and I know that when the time comes to go... well I still have 6 months, so we'll see how I'm doing then.

So according to a man named Juan, I look like the Virgin Mary. This is what happened:

We found a man named Juan who lives in a shack on top of a hill. We taught him standing up outside of his house (that's when I had the missionary experience) because we couldn't go inside. His wife had died nine months earlier and since then he's really had nothing to his name. Just his clothes, and his shack. We closed the lesson and we getting ready to leave when he said 

"Usted se parece a una virgencita que conozco." 

"You look like a little virgin that I know." 

I didn't really know what to say at that point, but then he continued,

"Ah si! La virgencita Maria."

"Oh! The Virgin Mary." 

I told him that it was probably true, but that my name is Hermana Murset. He wasn't done yet though and he also gave Hermana Roberts the name of "Hermana of Good Works" and then continued to call me "Virgencita Maria." I told him that I had a sister named Maria but that my name is Hermana Murset. He thought the whole sister thing was pretty cool. We invited him to church and left, chuckling at the experience.

And who do we find in church the next day? JUAN. He greeted me,

"VIRGENCITAAA!" 

And I replied

"HERMANA MURSEEET."

Oh the things that happen in the mission. 

I sure am happy to be here though. Even with Saltillo's bipolar weather. Oh my goodness it bugs me. But life must go on! I really am happy to be here and I'm sure glad that I still have 6 more months because I can't imagine going to home now. There are more people to find! More people to talk to! And most importantly, more gorditas to eat. 

I love you all. I really do. Eat some chocolate chip cookies for me because they don't exist here. 

Pictures:

Behind me is Juan's shack. #missionarymoment

A sister got sick and Hermana Roberts and I were on splits so we had to go running around trying to tell each other what to do over the phone and how to get all the sisters to their proper places and who was going to stay with the sister and so on and so forth. STRESS. But it all turned out fine and a lovely picture was the result. 

Mornings.