October

In an email to me (Ashley) Spencer commented that he wishes he could watch Nacho Libre because the extremism of the cultural and many of the references made through make so much more sense to him now. :) I think he will quite enjoy re-watching that when he comes home. He then proceeded to tell me the following story that I will try to re-tell in his words--more or less: (If you don't know this already Spencer's emails are almost like trying to decode ancient Egyptian):

Written on October 1:
     Friday was super crazy. We had a zone meeting in Jinotepe which is an hour away, including the walk. We came back to Nandaime at 2, ate lunch, and had a ton of stuff to do to prepare for a marriage/baptism the next day. Finally we got the time to go visit the family and see how they were doing. When we got there (there is pretty far away and in the POOREST part of Nandaime), they were super depressed and told us they weren't going to do anything the next day--get baptized or get married. I was like, "WHOA, WHAT!?! I don't think so. What's going on?" And this is why they were so bummed: In the poor parts of Nicaragua, some people revolt and steal electricity. They just send someone up one of the poles and make their own power lines and no one says anything. BUT the person who makes the power line and puts up the pole that everyone connects to has almighty power. This particular day the power went out  in that area and the owner of this pole and power line doesn't like Mormons! They have been very very very clear about that. When it happened they pointed fingers at this family because their line was this little teeny wirey thing made out of barbed wire and because the missionaries visit them. So they cut the line and now the family is more or less out of luck and out of power. They basically thought well life sucks as a mormon so I don't want to do this anymore and I said, "You wait right here." I went to the house of the people own the pole and huffed and puffed and rebuked them with almighty power!! Actually, no, I didn't do that. I ran home to call the district leader and ask him what we could do. We came up with this idea: We rallied all our troops marched back down their with torches and pitchforks--minus the pitchforks and if torches were flashlights and add some hymnbooks. With 12 or 13 Mormons under a super teeny tiny tarp roof, we prayed, we sang, we taught, we laughed, we cried, and we ate cake the next day after a super chaotic marriage and baptism!!

That is one of my favorite stories he has told. :)

Spencer later went on to say that he and his companion were able to strengthen their relationship by working on contacting the streets. He said nothing gets your blood pumping like mustering up the courage to talk to complete strangers about the gospel. He took a lady and a man to watch General Conference, but when they came back for the gentleman he was a little too drunk to go the Priesthood session.

On October 29th, Spencer commented that there had been a lot of rain and he and his companion had to spend a lot of time shoveling buckets of water out of people's homes.