Juan y Veronica
Last night we set an alarm for 4:30am. The reason is, a few days before, we'd been talking with Hermano Serrano, (the absolute machine who's been bishop in like 4 different wards, district president, and seems to think he's still a missionary), and we asked him if he needed any help in his corn field. He said yes! And that he's going early in the morning. So, we went to sleep that night with much anticipation, but instead of waking up to an alarm, I woke up to my companion on the phone with Hermano Serrano, who was already grumpily waiting outside. We rushed to get dressed, went downstairs, and jumped in his car. I thoroughly enjoyed driving away from the city. As we passed through the small towns scattered around Apizaco on the way to his field, I watched as the dormant volcano Malinche drew nearer, and enjoyed listening to my companion talk to Hermano Serrano in the front seat. On arrival at his personal corn field, the hermano gav...