Debriefing My Situation

Feb 22, 2010

Hey all!! Thank you for all your emails and love! I dont know if you guys know, but going to check emails on P-day is one of the biggest deals in the mission. We even made sure that everything would be perfect when we went over this morning so we could enjoy reading all of your emails. Okay, so I guess I didnt describe everything as well as I thought I did due to the concerned emails about how my sector is, my comp, and the airplane ride over. Then I will describe our two Investigating families that we have thus far.
Okay, so my sector is called La Trinidad. and it is HUGE! It is like 3 of my old sectors put together. Luckily, it is a pretty nice area: not too ghetto and not too nice. Also fortunate is we have two other missionaries in our sector. actually, sisters. They are awesome and work the northern part of the sector for the most part. we usually see them once a week for lunch and of course at zone classes every week. and thats about it with the sector. The members are great and really focus on the missionary effort, which makes any missionary happy, im sure.
Alright, now for my companion, Elder Wassom. Elder Wassom is from Dallas, Texas. Elder Wassom is white, tall, and has dark hair. He is studying chemical engineering at BYU. He is a hard worker and more of a serious type, but we have found out that we work really well together becuase we compliment each other. He helps to keep lessons on task and is concerned with getting things done, and I help the people feel comfortable and get them to feel like we as missionaries are not mindless robots. That being said, Elder Wassom is not a mindless robot, and I am not a total goofball. Elder Wassom is a super nice guy, and loves the game I invented: "Would you Rather..." Dont tell him its already a game: he thinks im really brilliant for coming up with the idea. We knock a lot because our sector is very new and so sometimes our conversations tend to drift into: "Would you rather have iron fists or poison tipped fingers?" I know its not very missionary focused, but I cant be serious all the time..
Finally, the plane ride back. I guess I might have been exaggerating a little but to say it was the worst plane ride ever, but it was pretty bad. The trip to Miami was long, hot, and sweaty. I had no form of entertainment, and everytime I started to read my scriptures, I began to feel sick. Dang motion sickness! When I got to the Miami Int. Airport, I discovered that my flight had been delayed a little bit.. until 1:30 in the morning. Lots and lots of waiting, and a 10 dollar pizza later, and I was on the cheapest plane American Airlines could find. I was stuck in the baby crying area. I sat behind someone who apparently needed a lot of reclining space and in front of someone who used my seat as his personal ottoman. So I was stuck for 8 hours in a cramped uncomfortable position with no way to pass the time. I think I came a little closer to insanity on that flight. Everything else went fine. Just more waiting in lines. I just affirm now more than ever that planes are evil and I hate them.
My knee is doing a lot better, and I really think that I wont have too hard of a time adjusting here, even though this is a pretty big area. I am doing my exercises and I am trying to keep up with my comp.
We have two investigators, Isabel and the GOnzales family. I dont really have time to explain them right now, but I will be sure to include them in my next email! Love you all!
Con Amor,
Elder Westover

PS- Grandpa, yes, I am very impressed with your spanish prowess! Thanks for the emails!