First off, tell Conner happy birthday for me. You have probably gotten the card already but tell him happy birthday for me.
Ok. So you all are probably DYING to know what I did in New Orleans last p-day. Well I shall tell you. so we went to the French Market. It is in or by the French Quarter of New Orleans and it is just a huge flea market with tons of cool stuff. And all I got was a t-shirt. I had to get something because I may never go back there. And we also went to some of the stores by the flea market. And one of them is by the name of the Pepper Palace. And almost all of our district was there. It was us four Elders in LaPlace and the two sisters in Luling. The two Luling Elders could not get a ride. But anyway, at the said pepper store, they sell hot sauce there. And have samples. And a heat scale from 1 to 10+++. Well I guess that it is tradition that all the missionaries that go to New Orleans partake of this sauce. You just have to dip the chip and you can have as many chips as you want. Well this sauce is made from ghost pepper extract! Which makes it even hotter! And you have to sign a waiver to do it!! Well I did it. AND IT WAS AS IF THE DEVIL AND ALL HIS SATANIC SPAWNS WERE DANCING ON MY TONGUE AND SLIDING DOWN MY THROAT!!! IT WAS LIKE A LOCAL ARSONIST WAS LIGHTING A FIRE IN MY MOUTH WITH THE FEROCITY OF A ROARING T-REX AND THE INTENSITY OF 73,903 NEUTRON STARS THAT WERE ALL EXPLODING! So it was terrible. It lasted for a good 20 minutes. The other Elders had done it before and they liked it more the second time. And what made it worse was the Sisters had never done it AND it did nothing to them. NOTHING! And Sister Allen was all like "I don't handle spice well." And then she had it and was all like."Oh was that it?" It was an injury to our pride but it was still pretty fun. I will never do that again though.
Now to the spiritual stuff. We hardly taught any lessons this week. It was a tough week. Every time we went to see people we made appointments with they were not home. It was frustrating. But we were able to meet with Ivan and Margarita Marin. They are Honduran and don't speak English. But they are super interested and have been taught before. And they kept their reading commitments and understand the Book of Mormon. I can't say much but at the end I always bear my testimony in Portugues so that way they can kind of understand me. So that is cool. But Ivan had to go out of state to work and won't be back permanently till December. So that stinks. And we also met with a less active guy named Santos Paz. Also Honduran. He is a different one. He asked us why we spend so much money on temples when we could use that money to help people. And he asked us other out there questions. He even saw my patch of the Brazilian Flag on my bag and asked me about it. And I said I was going to Brazil when I get my visa, in Portugues. And in English he says, "Why do you speak Portugues when you should be speaking Spanish." Well, the answer is simple. Eu nao falo espanol. Eu falo Portugues e ingles. That was funny I thought.
Well nothing else really happened this week. I did have to give a talk in church today. It was on how seminary and institute helped prepare me for a mission. It was pretty good. But other than that nothing happened. Hopefully we can get more done this week. Well, talk to you all next week. Eu amo voces. Ate logo!
Elder Mackay
New Orleans
The Silver Man
Street Performer
The Pepper Palace
Missionaries at the Pepper Palace
Jason thought these were a part of the past!
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