Last night at cena my host father, Sergio, asked me if I had a religion. It’s a bit of a loaded question in this country… But I told him the truth (that I don’t have one…) and he didn’t seem to mind. I told him also that my parents were a little like Buddhists (I don’t quite have the words to explain the ashram in Spanish…) and he thought that was funny. Then he launched in to a story about how when he was young, his grandmother wanted him to be a Catholic priest. He attended the seminary for 13 (I think) years, and then, when he was 18 he decided to become a Mormon. He said that some of the priests were good men, but that a lot of them were “un poco más mal”—what I gather to be his way of saying that they were corrupt, and he said that he had a lot of doubts that the Catholic faith couldn’t answer for him. He was attracted to what life outside of the church could offer him, and so he decided to take another path.
The he told me all about how much work it is to be a Mormon—it sounded to me (though I didn’t catch everything) like he was an administrator in the church in some way, and possibly a missionary of some kind. He’s traveled extensively to all parts of
Sergio continues to be a very interesting man, with a great energy and sense of humor. I’ll miss our conversations…
It's almost time to come home! I'm ready and not ready... as per usual. I feel like I'm just getting the hang of conversation, but I'm also kinda tired of Mexico. I want to come back some time to visit!
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