First letter from Texas

I lost the first letter that Nathan sent me from Texas.  Instead of quoting from his letter, I'll just paraphrase what he said.  He just talked about how he loved his first plane ride and that the plane was smaller than he expected.  He said when he got off the plane in Texas, the airport felt like a steam room and smelled like BBQ.  He got to see our good friend Hermana (Lauren) Folkner at the transfer meeting.  His new companion is named Elder Shirts.  The first place they went tracting was the Alamo.  he said people on vacation don't want to be taught the gospel.  A bird pooped on his head while he was talking to his first contact.  He said it was funny.  His companion made him lead the first house they tracted  to and the guy came to the door with a big old club and told them that if they ever came back he'd beat them with it.  So they left, but his companion wanted to go back and see if anyone else in the house might be interested in hearing their message.  So Nathan reluctantly went back.  His companion led the second time, and the same guy answered the door and immediately knocked his companion to the ground and started beating him with his club.  Nathan said he had no idea what to do!!  Eventually his companion and the other guy started laughing.  Turns out it was the mission president's house, and the guy was his son, and they were joking around the whole time.  Elder Morris got punk'd! 

He is in an English speaking area with an english speaking companion.  He was kind of bummed about that at first, but he said that everyone in his district got sent to an English speaking area.  It sounds like it's what they do for new Spanish missionaries.  If they come in contact with a Spanish investigator, Nathan automatically leads the discussion, since his companion only speaks English.