I left my yellow fever card at home. I needed that at the Ghana airport. Luckily the attendee was lenient enough and let me in. And the MTC workers are trusting enough to not shoot me up with everything since I don’t have my vaccine certificates. The humidity isn’t suffocating. It’s a little damp all the time but it really isn’t that bad. I’m surprisingly acclimating pretty quickly to the humidity and sleeping schedule. I only got about four hours of sleep last night. We went to bed pretty late because we got in two hours later than we were supposed to and we woke up at 5:30 because someone in my room decided it would be fun to be awake an hour earlier than we had to. I’m not bitter. All is forgiven….as soon as I wreck him in soccer or something. I slept like a rock for the short time that I actually slept.
We haven’t been outside since we got to the MTC and it hasn’t rained yet. It smells wet. Just wet. MTC water is actually pretty tasty. It is filtered and everything. The airport was not crazy at all. We had to wait a while to get our bags, and it was so long that I was afraid mine were lost, but alas, our bags showed up. No one attacked me asking for tips or anything like that. The MTC workers had tags on. It was all perfect. We sped an unbelievable amount to the MTC. It was probably a 20-30 minute ride. Everyone honks here whether you’re doing something stupid or not. It takes a little getting used to. I finished Believing Christ this morning (a little book he had almost finished before leaving home which he will eventually give away to a church member of his choosing). That book is incredible. It definitely has deepened my testimony of Christ as our Savior and His Atonement.
Our first meal was actually some Chinese. Noodles and some beef stew or something like that. It was decent. I am always hungry, though. Always. Food is welcome and my plate is cleaned every time. There are about 60 missionaries here I think. 25 or so are coming with me to Sierra Leone. I am one of five roommates so one of our companionships (mine) is actually three. There has been very little time to get to know people aside from meals. I room with Elders Cuevas, Ehono, and two others whose names are currently escaping me. Elder Cuevas is from Hawaii, and the others, I think, are from Nigeria. It is a bit difficult to understand the Africans here. Their English is heavily accented. The Elder from Kingman who was on my flight is serving in Liberia and I can’t remember his name either. You know I’m terrible with names. Jet lag is not too bad, thanks to the amount of sleep I got on my flights. I am sure it will catch up with me later though. I do not yet have access to wifi so I cannot send pictures yet, and the Ghana airport did not have wifi, but I will send them as soon as I can.
I can feel my testimony growing even every minute I am here. I am keeping focused on studies and the Spirit that is always present here.
I love you all!