Is that weed?

bueno, mams, 

       what can i say? i´m doing great. to answer questions- i feel great about finishing where i´m at. The members are sooo amazing and they all work super hard. yesterday we baptized someone else and this next sunday we´ll have another baptism- all people that were found and pretty much taught by the members. In this area our work is coordinating more than anything, it´s where i have ´´worked´´ less and coordinated most. we still do as much as we can to knock on door and all that, but with a really good ward it´s just not necessary, you can find the chosen people a lot easier because they are usually people who have had an association with the church and the members before anyway. It´s the first area where i feel like i have a little taste of what the missionaries in utah must feel like. My companion is Elder Powell from Idaho and we get along super great!! i feel like he would be just greatest friends with my brother zakk cuz he always talks about fighting and he always tells me the same stories so we´ll probably all hang out after all this stuff is over. 

       Yes please put some money in my account because i really really have to start buying things as soon as possible so that i can make sure i get all the argentine stuff i wanna take, more than anything for the family. 

       This week i just had one of the weirdest experiences ever. I was walking down the street with my comp on a nice sunday afternoon. there are tons of children playing outside and people going to and fro. we hear a man yell to us and we look over to see this 28 year-old-man just walking down the street with his wife and a child in a stroller so we think, ´´oh great! someone that knows the missionaries and has a family!´´ so we talk to him and almost immediately realize that he was a mediocre contact we had had about three weeks ago. We hadn´t planned on going back, but when we made the contact he didn´t have the same happy, go-lucky attitude. so we started talking just a little and he didn´t seem to be making much sense, but we kept talking until i realized he was smoking, but it didn´t look like a regular cigarrete at all. ´´ is that weed?´´ i ask. He just gives me a big smile and says, ´´yep! hey, listen i need to go now, we´ll see you around.´´ hahahaha take it as you may, that was one of the funneist experiences of my week. 

      Hey, listen i need to go now, we´ll see you around!

Elder Emett