All right, so I met up with other missionaries in the Salt Lake airport. Only one of them, Elder Mata, came with me to this MTC (CCM en español) though. Anyway, while I was waiting the two plus hours until my flight, I talked in Spanish with a man from Peru about where I was going and why. He knew about the Church already and happily accepted a Book of Mormon in Spanish, an extra I had carried just in case. So I thought I was off to a good start...
But boy, was I wrong! :) It turns out that I don't speak Spanish! Not really. I came in with a group entirely composed of Latinos-- due to that, we aren't given time to study the language since all of them but me already know it. Luckily, though, my companion, Elder Hernandez, is very patient with me and explains things to me. Boy do I wish I had an English spellcheck though, because I feel like I'm still in Spanish mode... You guys will have to be patient with me too as I make mistakes in English and become incompetent in two languages at once.
But I understand everything the teachers say and what I read, just not the quick slang that all of the Chilenos (chileans, the majority of this last group) speak. But I speak Spanish 12-14 hours a day. It's coming along, even if slowly. And the food's awesome (our chef used to cook for the Pope! :) so that helps.
Well I wish I had more time-- I can tell you guys with absolute certainty, though, the importance of the preparation God is giving us now to serve all throughout our futures, whether in the MTC or our callings or whatever it may be. I know that that, in truth, is the purpose of this entire life-- a time for men to prepare to meet God.
I love you all! ¡Hasta luego!
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