So this was my first week in Tenochtitlan. I was pretty good. I didn't really realize how [desanimado] i was in my last areas. This week we had a really good lesson with the Ramirez family. Arturo was the first one the missionaries started teaching (in June), and about a week ago, they started teaching the rest of his family. This week they went to church, and are really ready to accept everything. They know we have what we need to follow the example of Jesus Christ. We are going to invite them to be baptized the fifth of November. (Arturo already has a baptismal date for the 22nd. Two weeks!) When we taught the Gospel of Jesus Christ, i felt the spirit hit me like a hug from an old friend. (the image came to my mind of Jackie running up to give me a hug. :) It feels nice to be back in a place where the people are more receptive, and I can help more people progress.
[can you translate this one mom? no idea what it would be in English. mom: discouraged, without excitement]