We ate chapulines (which is Spanish for grasshoppers) and made sure to share them with as many people as we could. All of the American missionaries in our district ate at least one, actually, but some of the Latino missionaries weren’t willing to try them. We also brought them to one of our ward’s mutual night activities and had fun sharing them with the youth. They taste like lime-flavored popcorn.
Because we had four baptisms within a four-week period, we earned the opportunity to go the Tijuana temple. It was Elder U.’s first time entering the temple in his whole mission, so he was excited. It’s honestly a very cool temple, and a lot bigger than it looks in pictures.
Also, we were going for a morning run and I tripped and scraped up my knee.
We had a baptism last Saturday of an 80-year-old woman. Her son, who’s a recent convert himself, baptized her.
And we stuffed 12 missionaries into one car.