Hello to all. We made it to the MTC thanks to the help of all of you. Thanks for your help in getting the house under wraps (sheets), the dust bunnies on their way out, the water out of the system and all the bugs and critters out of the house. Thanks for getting us down the street to the MTC. We thought we were living in a barracks, but we have since found we are really in the lap of luxury. The young elders live in a room with four and community showers. We live in a room for two, have our own bathroom with sink and tub and two chairs for visitors. Life is good. All of you who have been here know the drill. Get up, study, eat, go to class, eat, study, go to class, eat, study, and go to class. Not that this isn't a lot of fun, but it sure seems like we spend a lot of time in the cafeteria. The food isn't bad and you can eat all you want. That is the bad part. Sorry, Garth, they don't have Cap'n Crunch anymore. Chad, you got us all excited about Chicken Cordon Bleu on Sunday evening. We went and it was a long way from the good thoughts in our head. The good part is that someone makes your food everyday and all you have to do is show up with an appetite.As you can see we are new to this blogging game, so the picture is rather large but it does show we are here and now look just like all the others who have had their picture taken in this memorable location. Maybe we will eventually get smart enough to get the pictures the right size and all that kind of stuff. It has really been interesting to be here and see what goes on. The classes have been great and we have learned a lot about how missionary work is done today. When I went we had a series of six lessons to learn. We didn't have an MTC so you learned them in the field. They leave a lot more of the presentation to the spirit as you are working with the people who are your investigators. That is hard when you are also struggling with the language. The language is coming back. Sometimes I'm surprised at what comes out of the mouth and sometimes I wonder why the words don't come out the mouth. The first day in the cafeteria I heard a "Hey Joe" which isn't normal talk for this place. It was a former companion from Austria (Darol Denison) who is going to the Hill Cumorah with his wife. On Sunday in sacrament meeting (german speaking), the service was being conducted by another former Austrian missionary (Ruediger Lehnhardt). At the beginning of the week we ran into Alan Call and his wife. They are going to Brazil with the Perpetual Education Fund. He is the father of Greg Call, one of Garth's best buddies. We also ran into Sam Stringham from the old Holladay ward. We found one of Ginny's best friends in Oregon grandson and Sister Stowers from Scott and Michele's ward in Draper. Lots of people to find and meet.
Fuer alle deutsch sprechende leute. Wir sind froh dass wir hier sind. Alles ist in ordnung and Ginny war der lehrerin unsere deutsche klasse gestern abend. Bis wir wieder schreiben. Auf wiedersehen.
