It feels like it has already been a very long time since I have seen everyone. There is already quite a bit of stuff I got to tell you. So I'll start from when I got off the plane in Guatemala because the moment I got off my adventure was already beginning. Because I arrived a day late I arrived all by myself. I got to fly first class which was awesome but I didn't get too much sleep. So when I arrived all by myself obviously everything was in Spanish so pretty much I was already confused. I just tried to follow people to the baggage. Luckily they are not even strict with passports they just smiled and let me through no questions asked thank goodness! So I was able to find my baggage pretty fine, but when I began to get them off this little Spanish man came up to me and began to grab my bags. Obviously I was really confused and couldn't understand a single word he was saying he just kept rambling on in Spanish and trying to take my bags well I begin to understand that he wants to help me and carry my bags for me (which I shouldn't have let him). But I didn't know how to tell him no! So I said ok fine. So this little guy is carrying my two big HUGE BAGs and I'm just walking along next to him carrying my little carry on and side bag. Well he takes me outside and the first thing he kept saying is tip tip tip. That's when I realized because I was wearing a suit this guy thought I was rich. So I gave the guy five bucks (which I found out later is a lot of money) and just left him. I was able to find a guy that was supposed to take me to the MTC but I didn't know it was called the CCM, that caught me off guard. As we were heading to his car the guy could barely speak English and his car looked like it had been rolled over.... His windshield had huge cracks and big holes in it and when he began to drive the whole car shook. I didn't even know if we were going to make it or not to the CCM. The people here in Guatemala are the craziest drivers I have ever seen! While we were driving a guy on a motorcycle zoomed right to our side and in-between us and another car and people don't stop if you try to cross the street so it's crazy scary. But I arrived at the CCM safely. And when I arrived obviously I was a day late. I just went straight to class. I meet my companion his name is Elder Wickhimshire. He is 22 years old and is a convert to the church. He joined about 1 year ago. Elder Wickhimshire is from Utah which includes about 2/3 of the North Americans that are here. On the first day they got me doing everything. They offered to let me take a nap but I told them no. It felt like it had been four days already but every time I looked at my watch it only said 12:00. I had never felt so tired before. The Presidents name is Nikolayson. I got to talk with him for awhile he is a real nice guy. So that was my first day.
For the past week it has been STUDY STUDY and STUDY. Our whole day is just filled with things to do from studying espanol, to studying the gospel, to practicing teaching lessons. Well they force missionaries to get a haircut here I don't know why and it doesn't matter how short they make you do it. Well I told the guy just cut it a little bit cause I just had a haircut. I don't know why but he cuts every guys hair crazy short like he shaves it off, and he cuts everyone in the process or gives them bald spots. I HAVE TWO in the front so I have no hair anymore....(I wanted to cry) Its whatever though it grows back. I guess that's the culture out here but I'm not letting my hair get cut that short again. Most missionaries that are white are going to t Guatemala rather than other Central American countries. There's only four of us here that are City Central because they just shipped out a bunch there a week ago. There's a lot of hispanos going everywhere and from everywhere. There is defiantly more hispanos then white people, especially out in the mission field . There is three hermanas (sisters) in my district which is only 7 people in total. It's really small for a district!. But its fine I talk to everyone in the CCM. I already made friends with all the North Americans and a lot of the Hispanos. MY Spanish is coming along very well. I can truly testify of the gift of tongues. I can already have conversations with any of the hispanos and I make jokes with them all the time. They are all pretty funny. Guatemala though is not a joke there is a lot of poverty, more then I even expected. The city which is supposed to be the nicest part of the country is like a Ghetto part of our cities . So I can't imagine the places I will be going to. It is very humbling to be here. The nice thing is everything here is crazy cheap! Garments cost like 15 cents a pair, if that gives you a clear picture. It is very dangerous though a lot of people steal and try to rob you there are guards that patrol and are always with us and follow us when we go to the temple or certain buildings, just to make sure we are protected. So we have body guards. They also guard the CCM and make sure no one that doesn't belong gets into the building. Most people don't mess with Elders especially Gringos because they know were American and that we are involved with the Lord. They are very superstitious. Its quit incredible how fast your testimony grows while you are out here and learning. I have been personally been praying to receive greater love for my mission and for people. I want to have a greater desire to want to teach them, help them and give them charity. I can already see it taking place. We have had many devotionals including tonight, a Seventy will be speaking. In these meetings a lot of the hispanos will get up and give their opinion or testimony and I cannot tell you how impressed I am with them. They are very strong in the gospel and have a great knowledge of it. My roommates are all hispanos. They study diligently and hard. I remember in one of my meetings just listening to them (in Spanish) bearing their testimony or just simply saying what they know, or their thoughts on something, and how I just had a deep respect and love for these people because of how much they truly love their Father. I have also been praying for me to gain the gift of tongues and to be able to learn and communicate well in Spanish and I cannot tell you how much I am being blessed with that and pray that I will continue to be blessed with that. From day 1 I knew nothing and was so lost but by day 3 I could figure out what they were saying to me, and progressively with a lot of patience and hard work I'm starting to get it. It's still hard and I have a lot to learn but I know that If I keep trying and praying I will be as fluent as you can be and that excites me. I won't be able to send out letters this week cause I don't have paper or envelops or stamps for that matter. I'll have to do it next week sorry about that guys. Send me peoples email who want me to email them I only get a hour on Tuesdays which is my P Day so I'll try to type as fast as I can. Also send me addresses for those who wants a letter. I got to go to the temple which was awesome. It's really small but I really like it for some reason. They took my electronics because they don't want people to steal them, sad but that's what they do here. I can't send pictures. They have taken some. I'll see if they will send some to me and I'll give them to you. Or ask for my camera for little bit. We get to go on field trips every two weeks. We get to go to Wal-Mart next week. It's sad when that's what excites you but everyone is excited. Send me emails and address and I'll try to write as much as I can. I got to go they're ripping me off the computer.
I love you all and I love this church and gospel en nuestro Padre Celestial. I'll talk to you what seems to me real soon. I miss you (but I'm not homesick) which is good . I'll write you soon with even more things.
Love Elder Toma