Im in Guetemala typing this letter, that still blows my mind. If I look over to my left out the window I have a perfect view of the temple. It is really, really poor here. I expected it but am still amazed and surprised. When we flew into the airport lining the runway was millions and millions of shacks that are people’s houses. There are basically no traffic laws here. You can just go and do whatever. On the bus to the MTC this morning we almost died more than one time from people cutting us off and random things like that. It is the weirdest town I have ever been in. Just in one block there will be this huge really nice hotel or business skyscraper and then surrounding the skyscraper lots of little run down little shacks and street vendors.
They did split me up from my MTC companion. I’m not even in the same room. I am now companions with this other kid. It is actually really nice here. Our room is a lot bigger and nicer than in Provo. The showers are way nicer. The food is amazing!!!!!!!. For lunch just now we had tortillas that we dipped in rice, chicken, and broccoli. The tortillas and rice were the best I’ve ever had. The chicken was really good. The broccoli was okay. Here in the MTC they straight up told us that this center is here to help us learn the language, but we will also get to do some gospel things, the opposite of Provo. We can only speak Spanish all the time now. I have one companion for when I go to class and things and then when we do anything else, like go to the market or go to play soccer or something, I have a native companion. And they basically speak all Spanish. So, that will be good to help me learn to talk like them. Today my native roommate asked me how my Spanish was and I answered and said its just okay, It’s coming along. He was like what no habla ingles. I didn’t realize the reality of them not speaking any English at all. So I had to answer and speak in Spanish. I think the natives get a kick out of talking to us because they always come and talk and ask us questions and get to know us and laugh when we say dumb things. Its good though to talk to someone that knows what they are doing. Things that I could understand in the Provo MTC I can’t anymore because they say it so much faster. When you say it that fast it sounds like a totally different word or phrase.
The other American elders said that the first couple of days they were here they played basketball but they just creamed the natives because of their height and because the natives never play basketball. So they said it was no fun. Now they play soccer everyday and nobody plays basketball. I can’t wait till tomorrow to play soccer with them. The Americans get worked in soccer but they said they have gotten a lot better. The ones who are really good now didn’t play any at all before. I think that will be fun.
This whole experience in this MTC is really weird and doesn’t seem real. I can look out one window and see the temple with a huge skyscraper behind it then another and see tons of little houses crammed together. There are also tons of people everywhere. Even just looking out the windows there are people all over on the street. Lots of street vendors and things like that. The elders that are already here said that they have had their stomachs messed up already.
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