MTC Memories

Twenty-five years ago yesterday I entered the Missionary Training Center in Provo, Utah.  This sweet, little baby had no idea what she was getting into, but it ended up being one the most fundamentally changing experiences of my life.  

I was in a native-Spanish speaking district.  My 2 companions (Hermana Garcia & Hermana Lopez) were from Los Angeles, and the elders were from all over Latin America.  On our first day the Elders were no where to be found in the classroom.  We found them outside playing, because it was the first time any of them had seen snow.  We were only together for 3 weeks before I flew to the Spain CCM, and my companions went to Guatemala, but I still love them to pieces.  The time spent at the MTC was really special.

One of my favorite memories from the MTC was when my brother brought us pizza and cheesecake.  We met him in the parking lot between the MTC and the temple and snuck the food back in.  We ate it in the laundry room.  The Elders had never had pizza or cheesecake before and loved it so much.  They were blessing my brother in their prayers for days after that. It was so fun watching them discover the US for the first time.  All of them went to missions in the United States.  Many of them wrote to me their whole missions, and it was so fun to see them able to write fluently in English by the end.