3 weeks down, only 101 more to go!
We just got back from the Mexico City Temple. It was awesome, but I had no clue what was goin on, but it was still way cool. It was weird, because I had no clue what I was saying, but I actually could do most of it on my own. The Spanish is coming along I guess. I can understand a whole lot more than I can actually speak.
Elder Banks are liking each other more and more. He is awesome and I love him. When we teach, he still feels like he can't do it in Spanish, but this week I just talked to him and showed him all the promises in the scriptures of the gift of tongues and where if we open our mouths, then they will be filled in the very hour, yea even in the very moment when we need them. So right before our lesson, I got him to rip up his notes, and we just went in there and taught straight by the spirit and committed "Carlos" to baptism. Even though they are fake investigators, they're still trained to basically be the hardest on us as they can. Until that point, we had taught him 3 lessons that went absolutely nowhere, so it was cool, and it got Elder Banks pretty excited and feeling like he does know at least enough spanish to get through a lesson.
I loved driving to the temple this morning. The streets are so cool and dangerous. We almost got in like 6 crashes, and all the cops just walk around with AR-15's and shotguns, pointing them around all the time. I wish they would let us out into the city, so we could talk to all the people in the streets.
We got a new teacher, Hermano Brown, who teaches in the night, and I like him a lot. He reminds me of Rob King. He basically gets in our face, and tells us to quit screwin around, because we are here for the Lord. He won't let us speak any English, only Spanish, and is just a lot stricter than our other teacher, Hermano Sagers, who we have in the morning. After the first day Hermano Brown taught us, everyone was just like all stressed out, because he pushes us way hard, but I like it. No more of this sissy stuff.
Taylor Lancastor just left yesterday, and Taylor Jones, too. We still have Kyler, Rasten, Landon Anderson, Schuyler Bradley, Morgan McCormick are all here, but we don't really get to see each other except for at meals.
This is my schedule:
This is my schedule:
630-wake up
7- breakfast
730- personal study
9-language
12-lunch
1-language
2-(myfavorite part of the day) gym time
3-language program on the on the computers
430-additionsal study
5-daily planning
530 dinner
615- teach investigators
companion study
language
and more classroom stuff till 930
1015 quiet time
1030 lights out.
Some of my shirts got burnt in the dryer, so they have shirts I can buy in the tienda. That's why I needed my debit pin.
The thing I miss the most is being able to look at the stars. You could see the stars soo good at Deseret, and here it's so smoggy, there is absolutely no starts at all, ever.
We have had fish for dinner a couple times, and that always reminds me of home and makes me miss fishing, which made me realize that the archery deer/elk hunt opened last Saturday, so that is depressing too.
But all is well! I'm half way done with the MTC. My branch president told us that a mission is one year, and five minutes long- the first year takes a year, and the second year takes 5 minutes. It seems like just the MTC has taken a year, but I'm almost outta here, then I get to go teach for real... where I will realize that I actually don't know Spanish at all.
Adios!
