Friday, June 27, 2008

MTC Week 1- cont.

We got a letter in the mail today. Sean didn't have enough time to finish everything he wanted to say on his email, so he jotted down some more in a letter and mailed it. Here it is:

Mother! Father!

I found my stationery, but what can I say? I am a fan of lined paper. 30 minutes for an email was just not enough time to tell you everything, so this is a continuation of the email.
Anyways I don't have much time so sorry if this gets sloppy. Everyone in the whole zone admits that our district has the best two teachers in the zone, so we got lucky. Hermano Conde is a native Colombian, who served his mission in Dallas, Texas. He is really funny, and teaches Spanish so it is easy for me to understand. Hermana Engebretsen is American, but served her mission in Argentina so she is teaching us the accents and cool hand signals that I now do every chance I get. I goof around sometimes, but don't worry, I do it in an educational way. For example, Hermana Engebretsen had us go around the room and each use a phrase with a basic verb conjugation in it. I decided to sing what I had come up with, and it went a little something like this. "Manana, Manana, yo amo, manana!" to the tune of Tomorrow from Annie. Everyone got a kick out of it. I figure if we are stuck in a room for 10 hours of the day, we might as well smile. I'm sorry if you are disappointed that the mantle of missionary hasn't quite cured my maturity shortage. Maybe next week?

The first couple days of my stay her I didn't get much mail. Just one letter, but then on Monday all of a sudden it started pouring in! Monday I got 8 letters, 1 postcard, and 1 package. Then yesterday about 4 letters, so thanks again for that. I also got another package slip today so I have to go pick that up. I don't know if I mentioned this but today we only got a half P-day because of the mission president seminar. Usually we have until six, but today only until 2. It is a bummer, but there is always next week.

Well, time is running out. I found my pens and markers so rest easy mom. All is well, I am happy. Remember God loves you, I love you, and in the words of Holt Hancock, Taco Tuesday is never more than a week away. Which actually doesn't apply to me because I can't get fast food, but you get the point.

With missionary love, Sean

p.s. We weren't allowed to take our cameras to the temple, but I will get those pictures soon.

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