|Editor's Comment: |
Life in the MTC looks a
little strange and distant, too.
On Friday, my "investigator" from the first week walked into my class and started speaking English. It turns out that he is actually the second teacher of my class. He gave us some feedback on our lessons and told us a bit about his real self. Although he is bilingual in English and Spanish (he's Latino), he served his mission in Mongolia. He also said that he threw some Mongolian into our lessons just to freak-out the young missionaries who don't even know the difference between Spanish and Mongolian. This week, both of our teachers have been playing the part of different investigators, one named "Gabriel" and the other named "Rogelio." We have taught them every day this week. The Spanish is slowly coming along and we are probably about 70% off-script in our lessons now, but there is still that 30% that we have to read.
Although I'm a little worried about going to Peru, it will be nice to get out of the MTC here. I really only ever see 3 places, my room, the classroom, and the cafeteria, so I'm starting to get a pretty good case of cabin fever. It also seems like I really only see the same 15 or 20 people even though there's like thousands of missionaries here. On Tuesday, though, I will be in a whole new country and be begging for some familiarity. I hope that everything is going fine in the outside word and I'm not sure when I'll be writing home next, but I do know that it will be from Peru.
Some fun pictures:
|There is a tree here that smells like cream soda, (I don't know how or why, |
it just does) so that is why I have a picture of someone smelling a tree.
|Headed to the Mexico City West Mission|
|Headed to Mexico City South|