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. Continue reading “CCM de Mexico”
Arrival at the CCM
I am alive and well. I don´t know how to use a spanish keyboard so this is very difficult. I definitely don´t know enough spanish, I can´t understand half of what everybody is saying, but I will figure it out. I didn´t get here until 6:00 so I don´t have any news yet. All the people here are really nice, but I think the sweet brothers and sisters from the dominican republic think I don´t speak a lick of spanish, because my brain is fried and I don´t understand them today. I´m surprisingly not too upset though with all the confusion and inability to comunicate. I´m mostly excited for the challenge. By the way I don´t know how to spell Rachels email address so please forward this to her and then send me her address in another email.