You'd think after the second week I would semi know what's going on, but it is rather impossible to even describe one day at the MTC, let alone an entire week.  I'm still getting up around 5:45 each morning, going to sleep around 11 and studying about 10 hours a day, but incredible, miraculous and humbling things happen every day.  We just finished with our first fake investigator and have two more right now, but they're starting to feel more real.  I hope and pray that through my broken Spanish, I will somehow help them.  We also went to the TRC this week, where we speak to native speakers who are members of the church and try and teach them.  GOOD GRAVY.  That is not the language they taught me in the MTC.  I can pick up bits and pieces and very carefully piece together what I think they're saying, but sometimes I'm just lost.  Sometimes I just find myself smiling and saying Si, Si a lot. My companion is incredibly smart and seemed to be just having a natural conversation with this person who appeared to just be rolling their rrr's at me, so I generally just went off what she said.  It'll get better. 

Sunday is the best day around here because it's just a full straight day of incredible talks.  The Second Counselor in the Young Women's General Presidency came this past week for our Relief Society (all the sisters go together) and she was fantastic.  At night we watched the Testaments, and they made an announcement before we watched it not to freak out at romantic scenes. (and by romantic scenes, they mean a kiss), everyone freaked out anyway and started laughing.  Missionaries.

The Tuesday devotional was also incredible because the 1500 person choir singing this next sunday in the big broadcast (the choir i'm in) practiced one of the songs we're going to sing by doing it for the devotional, and the choir director had us stand up at certain parts of the song based on which continent we were going to, so by the end, everyone had stood up, it was incredible. 

And finally, we had another incredible and humbling lesson from my teacher, Hermano Hale, who I wrote about last week.  The first day I was here, I remember thinking and writing in my journal that he always talked with this voice that seemed like he was about to cry from the beauty and spirituality of teaching a bunch of snotty nosed missionaries.  I thought it was a bit cheesy and annoying.  Now I'm pretty sure it's just because he can feel that in everything.  Earlier in the week I had talked to him about being able to feel the Spirit and how I wasn't really sure how I could listen to it all the time.  Yesterday he gave an entire lesson about just that, and gave us each a notebook to write promptings down.  I wish there was time to express everything he did, and I wish I was as eloquent and could tell you all how much I'm learning and changing, but it is impossible.

I just want you all to know that the Book of Mormon is true, that Joseph Smith was a real prophet, and that this is the true church on the earth today.  Before, i was too timid to share that with people, faith is not a common thing in our world today.  But if I know it's true, why wasn't I sharing it?  It's become so much clearer to me how much more important it is to focus on other's and their success rather than on my own.  I'm grateful for this gospel and for the Atonement of Jesus Christ, and I wish those words didn't sound cheesy or fanciful to people today, because they're true.  If you've never read the Book of Mormon, I encourage you to do so and find out for youself. 

I'll try and think of more Lord of the Rings parallels for next time.  Adios everyone!