This week went
by really quickly. We went into Buenos Aries on Saturday and I talked
to a bunch of people. It was cool because I gave out another Book of
Mormon and a pamphlet, and I got three contacts. I actually had three
fluid conversations with people and all of them said they were
amazed that I knew as much Spanish as I did since I had only started
learning it four weeks ago.
I had a really spiritual
experience Sunday. We are supposed to write a talk each Sunday and
then if you are chosen, you give it in Sacrament Meeting. My talk was on
hope, but I didn't get chosen. The new MTC Counselor gave a talk
though, and it was pretty much everything I had written in my talk.
Then in class, we had testimony meeting and I was able to tell them
about you, mom, and I started to cry and told them about how much pain you are
in and the love you have for me, and how much I look up to you. Then I
talked about how much worse pain the Savior had and how much he loves
us, and how much I look up to Him. It was cool.
I
can't believe how fast my time has gone here in the MTC. I go
to Paraguay a week from next Tuesday. We get new Latino and American Missionaries
in the MTC today, so that is cool. I met a cool missionary, Elder Ford,
here. He is from San Diego and we are going to kick it when we get home
from our missions. He left for his area last Thursday, so that was kind
of crazy. We all get along so great. We made forts out of our beds and
slept in it last night. We like to have "missionary" fun. Today we are
having a district verses district basketball, volleyball, and soccer
game. Everyone wants me to be on their team because I am a boss at
volleyball.
We're pretending we are posing for a Missionary Ad
(Side Note: Doesn't he look a lot like Bill in this picture?)
We
got a new MTC President, President Willis, last week. He is from Arizona and he is really nice. He was telling us that when he was flying to Argentina, about ten feet of their wing flew off of the plane and so they had to make an emergency landing in Uruguay. He said it was pretty scary. When he met me and saw my name was Turley, he told me he had dated a girl with the last name Turley. I almost told him I had too, which I thought would have been funny, but I held back. Haha. President Willis' wife makes
us
cookies and brownies every week. He is different from the old president because the old
president kinda went by his own rules and the new president is very "by the manual," but I really like him.
cookies and brownies every week. He is different from the old president because the old
president kinda went by his own rules and the new president is very "by the manual," but I really like him.
There
is a sister missionary here in the MTC, Sister Miller, who will be serving in Argentina, and she grew up in McGrath, Canada, which is like
20 minutes
from Cardston. I asked her if she knew the Clark's but she didn't think
so. She is a cool girl ... I know, I am not on my mission to
find my wife ... but we did swap email addresses. Ask Austin if he recognizes her or knows her family.
I
have eaten some interesting things since I have been here. I ate cow
head. There was also blood sausage, but I didn't eat it because I didn't
want dry blood in my mouth. I ate something really good, White
Chocolate Alphajores. You should look them up, mom, because I think you
would
really like them, they are amazing.
Side Note: I looked them up, don't these look delicious!
It has rained a lot here so I have had a chance to wear my raincoat, it works good. I am getting my hair cut again. It grows fast. Other than that, nothing really new has happened, the time is just going very quickly, its been chill.
Jon wearing his raincoat and hat.
I love you mother and I believe in you and think that next year you will be really glad you started now. Side
Note: In my email to Jon, I told him I am exercising a lot and that I
recently saw a post on Facebook that said "Next year you will be glad
you started today."
Give Dad and Hurley a love for me. I'll be thinking about y'all.
Elder Turley
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