I've arrived!

So, as you have now guessed, Friday is my p-day. Currently I am sitting at a computer in the laundry room and writing this while my clothes are getting washed. I have only been here for 2 days now, yet so much has happened.

I'll start with the first day. Right after I got dropped off I was carted through a mass production line to get my nametag, books, key, asked if I was set apart and went through the temple, and taken to my room. I only had time to walk in the door and put my stuff down before we left again.

As I was leaving another Elder walked in with all of his stuff. His name was Elder Powell and he is mi companero primero. He is 21 and he is from Utah. We are a great match.

Turns out we both like to lift weights too, so that's what we're going to do when we finally get to go to the gym. We had orientation, then dinner a while later. That night we went into 3 big rooms with about 50 missionaries. Then we had these little group discussions with a few "investigators." Not many people got to talk, but both Elder Powell and I both were able to.

Then came the first night. It turns out one of the other Elders in our dorm is a crazy loud snorer, worse than Ryan Smith. Now you know that's impressive. After looking at my watch and finding out it was after midnight and I still hadn't fallen asleep due to this I said like 4 prayers that it would be ok. Then after a particularly weird sounding snore, Elder Powell started laughing. We were both  kept awake, and were able to talk to each other for like half an hour that night (morning?) before we finally fell asleep

The sleep problem was solved yesterday with a simple purchase of earplugs at the bookstore. Mi companero y yo slept very soundly last night with those. Yesterday was a super  super busy day. After personal study, we had a meeting about our purpose for being here then went into 3 hours of classroom instruction. Whenever I say class, you can assume it is all in Spanish... because it is. Then lunch. Then 3 more hours of class. This class was very different though. We were not really instructed. We did the instructing. We taught our first lesson... to an investigator... solamente en espanol. Seriously, Elder Powell and I have already felt the gift of tongues. How else could you talk to an investigator for 20 minutes in Spanish after being here for only a day and a half? Saying that though, we still missed lots of what he was saying. The only thing we were able to talk to him about was God and His love for him. We briefly touched upon prayer; we taught him how to pray. And we also read a scripture from the Book of Mormon. At least we have another appointment on Saturday with Jorge, that's our investigator's name. We offered him a BOM, but he told us he was going to get one today from his Mormon friend Cesar. Unfortunately we did not give him a challenge before we left. Our  whole lesson plan kind of fell apart when we walked through the door and he started talking a million miles an hour in a foreign language. Oh well, we already have a much better plan for next time we both think.