Monday, July 8, 2013


I am currently in the city of Tuxpan. It´s the nothernmost part of the state of Veracruz and the farthest possible area from the mission home. It´s actually a pretty big city. I think there are 300.000 people or so! It´s been about 95 degrees and 95 percent humidity. What fun!

Guess who is still in a tri-panionship? Elder Dorrough is! Out of the 26 or so Elders who arrived Monday, three were assigned to trios with some Zone leaders... and I am one of them. I will have been in a trio for the first 5 months of my mission. The Zone Leaders and Assistants are always in a one gringo to one native ratio to help deal with any issue that arises. My companions are Elder P, from Puebla, and Elder M, from Utah.

The house I stayed in until yesterday was basically a poop hole. Literally. Even for Mexico, it was bad. 5 elders shared a bedroom and a bathroom, with a tiny little space for studying. I took pictures of how gross it was...but I forgot my camera today. I am with other Elders today because my companions had to go to Xalapa for a ZL meeting, and I forgot to pack my camera in my overnight bag. Oh well! You´ll all get double pictures next week!

Mexico is definitely a blast. I'm going to start off with my favorite part... the peoples´s reactions to the fact that I actually speak their language. And not only that I speak their language, but also that I speak it like a Mexican!

The Bishop: "Is your mom Mexican? Is your dad Mexican? Did you go to a Mexican ward?"
An investigator, after about 5 minutes of the lesson: "Were you born in Chihuahua?" In Chihuahua, there are white blonde Mexicans.
(After that one, I decided to just start telling everybody I am from Chihuahua so they believe that I speak Spanish.)
A native Elder: "Are you Mexican? No? Because you sound exactly like a Mexican. Your accent is strongly Mexican.
A member: "You don´t have even the slightest hint of American in your voice. You sound like you live here."
The ward mission leader: "Not only do you say the vowels correctly, but you say the "eres" and "doble eres" precisely right. Americans can never do that."
An investigator: "Oregon? You mean Obregon!" (Obregon is probably the most dangerous city in Mexico.)

Something else I like about Mexico is how cheap everything is here. A 500 ml bottle of coke is 40 cents. Food costs nothing. The rent is a joke. It costs two dollars to take a Taxi all the way across town. Of course, it´s all in pesos, so it looks expensice with the same $ sign, but everything is so barato. I don´t know how these people make a living charging me 3 bucks to eat food it probably took them half an hour to prepare, but I´m cool with it. The missionaries in Mexico probably get the least food money out of any other mission, but it doesn´t even matter.

The local elections are going on now, so there are a bazillion cars with posters and loudspeakers driving around. They´re pretty obnoxious and fun to joke about.

Probably my favorite slang phrase here is "¡Qué fresa!" (That´s a strawberry!) Which basically means, whatever is being compared to a strawberry is super cool. Also, "¿Qué trampolín!" (Oh, trampoline!) Which is like saying "Wassup, dawg?" Just imagine the slang I´ll know in 20 more months...

Yes, I put the electrical tape over the "ugh" in my name. (This was Mom's suggestion to avoid Mexicans being confused at the pronunciation of a last name with 3 letters you don't say)  Elder Dorro is rocking it in Tuxpan. It´s much different than the stateside missions... lots of baptisms, teaching 40 lessons in a week, walking from house to house, keeping lessons super short because you have too many of them... but it's fun.  I love the people.

At morning sports today I made a goal as the goalie. It was pretty funny. I also climbed up to the top of the Church roof and over a wall that also had a fence to get the ball kicked out of the park twice. The Mexicans now call me "Captain América", which makes me laugh because Captain America is my favorite


Elder Dorrough

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