January 15, 2018

s...w...e...a...t

I´m writing this email in a gas station so that´s cool. I´m definitely not in a little town anymore. Rosario is big and bad and honestly pretty dope. I love living here. We have a shopping mall close to our house and I about died walking in because it seemed so foreign to have a place selling clothes right next to one selling food.

It´s been hard having this "whitewash". Neither of us ever know where we are and the old missionaries didn´t leave us ANYTHING TO WORK WITH. It´s the worst but lots of fun too. We do lots of contacting and walking and sweating.

Speaking of sweating, I had a night this week where I literally woke up over 5 times from the sensation of sweat falling off my face. So maybe you understand a little better just how hot it is here.

We had one day this week where we arrived at the pension at 8:45 but I didn´t want to go back until 9 like our rules state so we decided to contact the streets around us and found our only investigator that we have now. He already had a Book of Mormon and has read it completely. The only problem is we actually aren´t sure if he lives in our area cuz we don´t even have a map of where our area covers.

Life is good people. God is good and loves us each so much.

Con demasiado amor

Elder Nixon

One of the pics is me and my first ward mission leader and the other is me and Elder Cabrera on the roof of our apartment complex after a rainy day of contacting!