Week #2 has also been pretty crazy. 

My companion had to be sent home due to some medical reasons and that was really sad. He came back today to officially say goodbye and everything since he wasn't able to do so the last time we saw him. My district and I bought him a shirt and we all signed it. My new companion is awesome. He knows the language really well because he used to live in Peru. We have had some amazing lessons together. The language is coming slowly but surely. The gift of tongues is real... In class I feel like I know only a tiny bit of Spanish, which is true. But when we teach, I am able to speak my thoughts in a way that they can still understand what I am saying. We actually made one of our investigators cry. I was so proud of myself. We had another "investigator" who apparently was the hardest and toughest investigator. Other missionaries said that he likes to criticize your Spanish and is really hard on you. I was pretty worried about that. in the middle of the lesson he interrupted and said "where did you two learn spanish?" And I just said "well I took two years of it in school" and my companion told him how he used to live in Peru. Then the investigator said "oh, because you speak so well. 'Muy muy bueno'" I was so relived. But I don't want anyone to think that I haven't said anything embarrassing so I will tell you my embarrassing story. We were teaching a woman named Sophia. She is Catholic and she asked about the trinity. Catholics believe that Heavenly Father, Jesus Christ and the Holy Ghost are all one being that is everywhere and nowhere at the same time. So I was telling her that we believe that they are all three different beings with one purpose and instead of calling it the trinity, we call it the Godhead. Well, when I said that, the look on her face told me that I said something terribly wrong. She looked at me and said "so... God has 3 heads...?" apparently there isn't a word for "God head" in spanish... We had to spend the rest of the lesson correcting that mistake and re-explaining all of that.  I get teased about it every day now. Our district has emailed their families telling them that story as well. It was pretty funny. Our zone was having one of those discussions one night where you tell random things about yourself that nobody knows. So i mentioned that I couldn't feel or taste on half of my tongue and that I consider it an advantage to be able to eat gross foods. They wanted to test it out so they found some hot sauce.... the put a drop on the numb spot on my tongue and it worked. I didn't feel or taste thing. But then another missionary, Elder Eldridge (who is one of my best friends in the mission, he is crazy) grabbed the bottle from me and started drinking the hot sauce. Everybody looked at him like "what the heck?" but then they all looked at me and told me to one-up him. It turned into a hot sauce drinking competition... I don't think I have quite recovered from it.

 My mission has been very hard but it has also been so much fun and I have grown so much. I have come to love the scriptures so much and I feel so much peace when I read them. I was reading in Ether about the brother of Jared, when he saw God's finger touch the stones. Ether 3:6 "And it came to pass that when the brother of Jared had said these words, the Lord stretched forth his hand and touched the stones one by one with his finger. And the veil was taken from off the eyes of the brother of Jared."  If you read closely, it doesn't say that he saw God's finger right away. After God had touched a few of the stones is when the brother of Jared saw his finger. We can relate that to our faith. When faced with a trial of any sort, we must decide what to do with faith and bring it before the lord, just like the brother of Jared did. He needed light in the boat things and asked God to bring light into those stones.Once God had touched a few of the stones the brother of Jared's faith increased once he saw that it was actually working. Once he started to have enough faith is when he saw God's finger touch the stones. The same goes for us. Faith is something that we need to practice. We can't expect to have some huge experience right away. But Heavenly Father will reveal to us little by little things that will increase our faith. Each time he does so, our faith grows and we are able to see the Lord's hand in our life more and more. Faith is an action, and must be exercised if we want to have more of it. That is my spiritual wisdom for the day. I miss you all and hope that you have a great week. Adios!

Elder May

This is my companion who had to go home. He came back to say goodbye

This is my new companion