My flight here was kind of lonesome. I was the only sister missionary and I sat next to a sweet old guy who I said like 1 word to in the whole flight. Afterwards I got some help from some mormon sisters who were visiting one of their parents who are serving here in Mexico. I got through the airport pretty easily, til the end where I didn´t find the MTC driver right away. But after a minute he found me and we waited for some sweet latino elders and sisters, and for some reason I can´t understand their Spanish because of their accent. Since I arrived on Monday I didn´t meet my companion until Tuesday afternoon. The Mexico MTC is so beautiful. At first everyone was telling me how everybody has a breakdown and cries at least once in their first week, I didn´t believe them after my first day. I felt fine, but then the next day it came. I didn´t connect with my companion right away, and I was having a hard time with the Spanish. Her name is Hermana Chavez (We aren´t companions anymore, but keep reading and I´ll explain.) So I kept on crying about once a day because I either felt the spirit really strongly or I felt overcome with stress about the Spanish or other things. Slowly over time me and Hermana Chavez became the best of Friends. My Spanish has also improved a ton. I realized though that there was no way that I would be able to learn all the Spanish and doctrine stuff in the Latino district in which I was placed. I was uber stressed out about this, so I talked to President Bennet and he told me to pray about it and let him know my decision the next day if I would stay with my district or switch to a six week program with other Americans where there´s more time for study and such. I felt strongly that what God wanted was for me to go with the Americans. So I got switched to a six week program that only has two weeks left, so I´ll be here for the same amount of time, but I will be able to learn more about what I need instead of being rushed to do everything my faster latino buddies have to do. Sadly what that means is that I had to leave Hermana Chavez and my district that I have grown so close to. They were like my 2nd family, and I cried so much yesterday when I told them and as we prepared for me to leave. They made a farewell poster out of the white board in our class and I got permission to take pictures with them even though it wasn´t P-day. Me and Hermana Chavez cried a lot, but I think she´ll be ok because she´s been put into a trio with Hermana Portal and Hermana Andrade who were our roomates who are also in our district. They´re a good trio, and I think they´ll build each other up. My new companion is Hermana Scholl who is from Wyoming, but apparently she´s lived in many states. She and the other two sisters in my new district are all 19 years old. The 5 Elders in my district are also all American. I think only one is a convert, he´s also the district leader. I received a very heart warming and enthusiastic welcome from them all, I think I´ll like it hear, but I´ve got to admit I´m very homesick for my old district. Everyday we do different kinds of Gospel or Teaching study and I now I´m going to have Spanish study as well.
The food is pretty much from all over. We have some good diversity. My P-day´s are on Wednesday so you guys should get one more email from me here at the MTC.