Dad,
I officially only have three days left in the MTC, and one of
those is fast Sunday. I have yet to dislike any Sunday since I got here because
every dinner on Sunday is some form of fast food. In fact on fast Sundays its
always chic fil a for dinner so that's good. I don't know if you had vendor
machines in the MTC when you were here however I found something in one of them
that I think is the epitome of the MTC. Here's a picture:
I
could be wrong, however, if you think theres anything else that could better
represent missionary life than caffeine free coca cola.
My time here is almost up but I can call you when I make it to the
airport on Monday at around 7 so if you want to talk a little more this Monday,
it'll be the last time I can call you for about two years. My physical therapy
sessions and well and now I just have some residual soreness. It's been almost
two weeks since I took a knewe to my leg but it's just now started to bruise
and is not very impressive yet so I'll send pictures next week when it is
impressive.
I drank the orange juice. It was an experience I'd rather not
repeat. Also, I have to take my LSA which stands for something like language
something assessment. They want to make sure I have been studying and I'm not
just going to show up in Italy with no ability to speak the language. I also
was given a Book of Mormon in Italian which I had engraved with my name on it.
I got my suits dry cleaned and my hair cut for my first day in Italy. If
there's any advice you have on living in a foreign country I'd love to hear it.
Anziano
Anderson
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