February 1, 1997, Saturday
Well, today sucked. […] I taught a Boy Scout lesson on plants […] with President Santana. His family is so cool. We ate with them and then left. Humm. (They gave us a cake also) We finally taught a discussion this week. Also, Ana de la Rosa would like to get baptized. Our refrigerator died. Esta Muerta.
February 2, 1997
Well, we went and sat on a lady to bring to church. She never showed up. While we were chill’n there a guy walked by and my companion fearlessed him. Then his friend came up and his friend came and sat down by me on the stoop. So I busted out a first discussion and we drug him to church with us. Ya, that was the highlight of the day.
February 3, 1997, Monday
We planned and worked and nothing really spiritual happened. Oh yeah, we got transfer calls and nothing changed. It’s me a [Elder] and the same ZL’s. wow.
February 4, 1997, Tuesday
Well, nothing new. We worked, found, and ate.
February 5, 1997, Wednesday
We went to transfers. I went with [Elder] and we stopped to eat at a Mexican home first. Nice. And sat on the train forever, yuck. I hate the trains. I also got a video from home. […] [There is] something about Utah chicks. All I know are Spanish, oh do I look forward to Utah again. Not the short skirts that barely cover anything. Even in the dead of winter. Bikini tops cut-off shirts, potty mouths, smoking pot, having sex all over wherever. Condoms on the roads. It’s all sick and wrong. […]
February 6, 1997, Thursday.
Well, we had a top Gun Zone Meeting to be the best of the best. We’re the best but will we be the best of the best? We’ve got to put it together. Regroup. We know it we’ve just got to do it. Then we ate at [a family’s home] tonight. It was so greasy. Very Greasy. Needless to say, I puked in the middle of the night. Blaugh Blaugh. Too much oil It’s like here have some food with your oil.
February 7, 1997, Friday.
I found out the other night when we stopped at Margias, it was his anniversary. Oops. My bad. We jacked up. We were walking down the road and I saw a door open and [I felt I should] go in. So I told my companion let’s go back so we did and knocked on a couple of doors and found a young lady from the DR (Dominican Republic) She is 20 and very cool. And would like to get baptized. Ya. I’m pumped. […] We also saw David the fellow we found and drug to church last Sunday. He’s looking good. He’s cool. He was baptized Pentecostal about 9 months ago. And he doesn’t like their doctrine. I bet he really likes the things we shared with him we’re trying to baptize him this Sunday.