Well, this week wasn't all that interesting, however, today was quite different.
We decided a week ago that we wanted to go to Cholula where they have pyramids because neither of us have been able to go yet. We decided that we wanted to do it today, so we asked permission from the Mission President and he said that we could.
We boarded the bus that would take us there, but neither of us knew exactly when we would get there. We were on there for a little over an hour when we got to a place I thought was close, but neither of us knew for sure. Some white people boarded the bus, so we figured we would get off when they did. It got really strange when a bunch of white people boarded on a little later (about 10 to 15) in school uniforms. They were talking mostly Spanish, but with French accents and the threw in some French phrases as well. My companion said that he thought it was just a little bit further, so we stayed on. When the white people got off, we got off too and asked how far we were from the pyramids. Apparently, we passed them exactly when I thought we were pretty close the first time. It was too late by that point to go by again, so we will just have to do it some other time. Also, the white school children that boarded the bus were going to a colony where just a bunch of French people live called Chipilo. Interesting stuff.
This week I also had divisions with the tallest elder in the mission. It went quite well I think.
We also had interviews with the Mission President. I honestly have no clue what I will do when I get back home with English and all. Maybe the gift of tongues works when you have to learn English again.
Have a good one,