Week 11: Sucking Flan
Date
August 14, 2023
Area
Madrid,,Spain
Companion
Week 11: Sucking Flan
What up y'all,
For those of you who don't know, mission culture is unbelievably strange. And for some odd reason, missions in Spain like to one up everyone else and create the most wack traditions to entertain ourselves. One of those traditions that was introduced to me this week was the good old flan suck. If the title wasn't obvious enough, a flan suck is when you put a flan on a plate, put your entire mouth around it, then suck it up in one go. Pretty swag I must admit. But unfortunately, I wasn't blessed with the innate ability to suck a flan. Don't worry though, cause I'll be in the lab for the next few weeks, tirelessly training, to get that bad boy down in one suck.
I was on exchanges this week with my district leader, and we were teaching this really cool dude who owns a bar. We taught him about the importance of prayer and the book of mormon, and invited him to say the closing prayer at the end of our lesson. He told us he has never really prayed before, so I took it upon myself to explain the bocadilla analogy of prayer to him. After I slaughtered that and may or may not have even got a message across, he gave it a shot and offered the closing prayer. After he said amen and we all looked up at each other, he had tears streaming down his face. The spirit was so strong and no one said anything for a solid 20 seconds. Then we all just said thank you and headed on our way. Pretty cool to see the power of prayer because that's definitely something that I take for granted basically 100% of the time.
So earlier this week, we went like 0/7 on lessons cause we kept having friends cancel on us which honestly just makes me wanna jump for joy tbh. But after our 7th cancelation, we decided we'd take our luck to Vegas (also known as the apartment building the lady lived in) and knock every single door pretending to look for her but really just to try and get a lesson. We started at the top, and worked our way down, knocking every single door. Basically with every single person, we hear them scoot up to the peephole, look out and see its the missionaries, then try and quietly scoot back away. But jokes on them cause they just turned away eternal salvation so sucks to suck I guess. Anywho, we knocked the entire building, and only one door opened and it was a Spaniard woman telling us to leave. We probably should have listened to her, cause we knocked the rest of the building and no one answered. So I guess our luck drought continued and Vegas robbed us yet again. Or so I thought, cause right as we walked outside, there was a dude just walking down the sidewalk who was baptized back in Florida and hasn't been to church yet in Spain. So we talked to him and gave him another copy of the book of mormon cause he said he loves reading it. He said his favorite part was the story of Joseph Smith with his 12 apostles, and I didn't have the heart to correct him so I just said I loved that part too. Buddy's heart is in the right place.
Other matters of business:-We had Adisons baptism this week! She's an 8 year old from a less active/ non member family so that was chill. Technically not our baptism cause she's 8, but we taught her every lesson and convinced her family so W in my book. -I said the opening prayer at a FB training with the whole mission and wrote out a ridiculously complex sentence to add in to my prayer and read it. My Spanish teacher sent me a text about how proud she was so that was a boss move. -Ate some banger baleadas this week at a members house made in true Latina fashion with a beer bottle for a rolling pin and no spatula in sight. Needless to say it went hard. Also seeing a Latina with a broom is only comparable to seeing something like Jordan Clarkson with a basketball. -The font is acting up lately and won't drain any water, so we got to bend some rules this week and swim in the stinky font water trying to clean that sucker. -Went to an Americans HOUSE this week. That's right I saw my first house of the mission. And we spoke English the entire time so that was a wild switch that I didn't know would be so hard.
Spiritual Thought: This week we read 2 Nephi 32 with our new baptized homie cause it talks about what to do after baptism. I love how it says that after we are baptized, we can speak with the tongue of angels. It says that angels speak by the power of the holy ghost, and therefore speak the words of Christ. This is so cool to me because we are literally speaking by the same power as angels and can communicate by the spirit. Something that I think is awesome is that even if there's a language barrier between us in this world, we can always communicate with each other by the spirit and deliver an even better message. I'm a testament of that over the last few weeks as I've born my testimony in my broken Spanish, but people can still understand, because they feel the spirit that I'm (hopefully) speaking with.
Anywho, sorry for the long read (I'm not sorry in the slightest) hope yall have a great week!
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For those of you who don't know, mission culture is unbelievably strange. And for some odd reason, missions in Spain like to one up everyone else and create the most wack traditions to entertain ourselves. One of those traditions that was introduced to me this week was the good old flan suck. If the title wasn't obvious enough, a flan suck is when you put a flan on a plate, put your entire mouth around it, then suck it up in one go. Pretty swag I must admit. But unfortunately, I wasn't blessed with the innate ability to suck a flan. Don't worry though, cause I'll be in the lab for the next few weeks, tirelessly training, to get that bad boy down in one suck.
I was on exchanges this week with my district leader, and we were teaching this really cool dude who owns a bar. We taught him about the importance of prayer and the book of mormon, and invited him to say the closing prayer at the end of our lesson. He told us he has never really prayed before, so I took it upon myself to explain the bocadilla analogy of prayer to him. After I slaughtered that and may or may not have even got a message across, he gave it a shot and offered the closing prayer. After he said amen and we all looked up at each other, he had tears streaming down his face. The spirit was so strong and no one said anything for a solid 20 seconds. Then we all just said thank you and headed on our way. Pretty cool to see the power of prayer because that's definitely something that I take for granted basically 100% of the time.
So earlier this week, we went like 0/7 on lessons cause we kept having friends cancel on us which honestly just makes me wanna jump for joy tbh. But after our 7th cancelation, we decided we'd take our luck to Vegas (also known as the apartment building the lady lived in) and knock every single door pretending to look for her but really just to try and get a lesson. We started at the top, and worked our way down, knocking every single door. Basically with every single person, we hear them scoot up to the peephole, look out and see its the missionaries, then try and quietly scoot back away. But jokes on them cause they just turned away eternal salvation so sucks to suck I guess. Anywho, we knocked the entire building, and only one door opened and it was a Spaniard woman telling us to leave. We probably should have listened to her, cause we knocked the rest of the building and no one answered. So I guess our luck drought continued and Vegas robbed us yet again. Or so I thought, cause right as we walked outside, there was a dude just walking down the sidewalk who was baptized back in Florida and hasn't been to church yet in Spain. So we talked to him and gave him another copy of the book of mormon cause he said he loves reading it. He said his favorite part was the story of Joseph Smith with his 12 apostles, and I didn't have the heart to correct him so I just said I loved that part too. Buddy's heart is in the right place.
Other matters of business:-We had Adisons baptism this week! She's an 8 year old from a less active/ non member family so that was chill. Technically not our baptism cause she's 8, but we taught her every lesson and convinced her family so W in my book. -I said the opening prayer at a FB training with the whole mission and wrote out a ridiculously complex sentence to add in to my prayer and read it. My Spanish teacher sent me a text about how proud she was so that was a boss move. -Ate some banger baleadas this week at a members house made in true Latina fashion with a beer bottle for a rolling pin and no spatula in sight. Needless to say it went hard. Also seeing a Latina with a broom is only comparable to seeing something like Jordan Clarkson with a basketball. -The font is acting up lately and won't drain any water, so we got to bend some rules this week and swim in the stinky font water trying to clean that sucker. -Went to an Americans HOUSE this week. That's right I saw my first house of the mission. And we spoke English the entire time so that was a wild switch that I didn't know would be so hard.
Spiritual Thought: This week we read 2 Nephi 32 with our new baptized homie cause it talks about what to do after baptism. I love how it says that after we are baptized, we can speak with the tongue of angels. It says that angels speak by the power of the holy ghost, and therefore speak the words of Christ. This is so cool to me because we are literally speaking by the same power as angels and can communicate by the spirit. Something that I think is awesome is that even if there's a language barrier between us in this world, we can always communicate with each other by the spirit and deliver an even better message. I'm a testament of that over the last few weeks as I've born my testimony in my broken Spanish, but people can still understand, because they feel the spirit that I'm (hopefully) speaking with.
Anywho, sorry for the long read (I'm not sorry in the slightest) hope yall have a great week!
https://urldefense.proofpoint.com/v2/url?u=https-3A__photos.app.goo.gl_BZuZNvbB4m9wDWqX7&d=DwICAg&c=z0adcvxXWKG6LAMN6dVEqb0UviF1pXyDevTjy_jKVOk&r=oGbM_RfZs27IazX84s9_kr-rkPYPVNz6px9QuyMrL88&m=MgM8IQkAiC3uyaPe8AzVQOzl38WIdD43O9jlp3hpj8hOWfTlE5Ru0hMxa8Z3JkK9&s=AYQja9QIEzHVMHeTQ2OaB2xGAN-Sldpbw-sFPmZviYQ&e=" rel="noreferrer noreferrer noreferrer noreferrer noreferrer" target="_blank">Parker Mission Pictures
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