Hola everyone!!
As I put week 2 behind me, I am forced to reflect on how
much can happen in that short of time. Sometimes it feels like I am in paradise
with all the parrots and palm trees. Other times I feel like this place
resembles a prison. Just kidding but not really. Each day is so long I have a
hard time remembering what happened that morning. However, I feel like I can
give you all a brief run through of what it is like to be a missionary in the
Mexico City MTC.
Like all missionaries, we wake up at 6:30 in the morning and
get ready for the day. We walk to the comedor and eat breakfast with all the
missionaries. After breakfast we spend the rest of the morning studying
Spanish, Preach my Gospel, Spanish, a little bit of Book of Mormon doctrine,
Spanish, Spanish grammar, and Spanish application. By the time lunch rolls
around our brains are a little fried. The rest of the afternoon is spent doing
computer language study, more Spanish homework, and gym time. I seriously love
gym time. Hermana Krumholz and I feel so loved because all the Elders in our
district beg us to play volleyball with them, and we know they aren't begging
because we are excellent players. I have to remind them on occasion that I got
a 'C' on my serving test in Jr. High Gym. I have a great district. After gym we
study more, eat dinner, and resume our classes. We have a night teachers that
come and pour more Spanish into our overly exhausted minds. At 9:30 pm we all
walk back to our casas' absolutely delirious. We have so much fun though and I
really love the routine.
Quick funny story... In my last email I touched on how we
are constantly dealing with cannons, fireworks and gunshots in the outside
world. Sometimes they are REALLY LOUD. I usually jump a foot or two. This past
week Hermana Krumholz and I were walking to the computer lab and an extremely
loud cannon shot went off. I shouted "HECK!" and she shouted
"HOLY FREAK!" simultaneously. After we recovered, we both looked at
each other and laughed at our choice of words. We then committed to more
dignified missionary vocabulary. It was quite the experience. I swear though,
these Mexicans have no regard for a sleep schedule. Every day is a reason to
party... Imagine the noise of the Fourth of July every night. Yes, that is
Mexico City.
Tuesday nights are devotional nights and I had the privilege
of participating in ours. I got to sing a Spanish hymn with 3 other girls, it
was scary and fun. Yay for being an alto who can carry a tune (and that is it)!
Being a pianist I am constantly being asked to play things so I am blessed
every week with the opportunity to play all three hymns every sacrament
meeting. I was also pegged with the responsibility to do a musical number so I
ended up renting a violin from the hospital (yeah they store the violins in the
infirmary, very weird) and playing a musical number as well. I probably would
complain more but it is such a release to play my instrument!! Keep practicing
kids!
Last little bit here.. Yesterday we had the chance to talk
to local Mexico City members. Hermana Krumholz and I got to talk to a darling 9
year old girl name Pamela, and her sweet grandpa. She helped us with our
Spanish and we were able to share a short message about the Book of Mormon with
her. She was so precious. We also spoke to a amazing older lady who was a
convert to the church, her name was Carmen. It is incredible to see how the
church changes peoples' lives. It is such a blessing to be born into the gospel
but I almost think that having the gospel later in life makes you appreciate it
more. Does that make sense??
Anyways, sorry my message is shorter this week, I guess
things are starting to normalize. I love and miss you all.
Stay safe and God speed.
Love, Hermana Tobler
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