I served my mission in Mexico. I loved it there and the people. They have a rich culture and the best food in the world (plus Coke with sugar instead of corn syrup). But one thing they don't have: carpet. I saw carpet a total of two times during my entire mission.
The first time I came across it was in my first area at the church building. I was serving in a small branch and some how they had gotten a building built even though they had fairly low numbers. And not only did they have this nice, big building, but there were two parts of it that had carpet. One part was on the stage in the sacrament hall. The other was this small little room that could barely hold one table and a few chairs. Not sure how, but that became the "missionary room." This carpet was course, rough, and industrial strength but I loved every fiber of it.
Fast forward more than a year later in my second area. My companion from Idaho and I are knocking doors and this elderly gentleman invites us in. We're talking with him when we see that one of the rooms in the house has carpet. and not just any carpet, the lush, soft, "I just want to take a nap on it" stuff. We were mesmerized. My companion and I looked at each other and then to the guy. I asked, "sir, would you mind if we touched your carpet?"
The guy just looked at us kinda funny and said, "You can walk on it if you like" and shrugged his shoulders like what are these two gringos smoking.* But my companion and I were beyond caring what this guy thought of us because we were ecstatic! It was like Christmas come early! Now our shoes were extremely dirty because of where we were serving so we took them off before walking on this heavenly piece of joy. It was like walking on clouds. It is one of the best memories I have from my mission.
*the guy never invited us back
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