Jacob Max—Mexico City North Mission

It’s true, it literally felt like a month. Also there is a real problem with having the last name Rivera here because literally everyone (literally everyone) is so confused when I tell them I’m from Utah and that no one in my family speaks Spanish.  Anyway, I suppose I should start from where I left off.   The airport. After I got out of view from my family in the security line I realized how nervous I was and my mouth was so dry all I could is like nod and shake my head and stuff to the security workers. Then after I found my gate and I was the first missionary there but then a bunch more started showing up and I got to hang out with my district.   Then we got on the plane and ended up getting to sit by a window and I also got to sit by a kid in my district which was fun. We had to fill out these immigration forms on the plane too—which was kind of confusing. then finally, we got into view of Mexico City, and let me tell you how huge it is. There is l...

Well today is my last p day so I suppose I should write something. I didn’t the past two weeks because there was nothing interesting to tell and you would’ve been as bored reading it as I would’ve been writing it pero esta bien.   I Am still an absolute novice at Spanish but hopefully being around it 24/7 365 will help me improve faster—but I already know my first lessons will be train wrecks. Im gonna miss my district (well, mostly ha just kidding probably.) but at least I’ll get to see most of them at the airport. I fly out on Tuesday and I’m terrified to face the airport by myself and I bet I’ll get on the wrong flight or something. I have a 30 minute Spanish lesson later today so we’ll see how that goes.  This was a short letter but I’ll have much more to say probably next Monday .  Also I should probably include a picture of my district cause I forgot in my other letters.  Adios