I can´t believe it has only been a week since I left California; it feels like I have been in Brazil forever already. I sent a letter home a few days ago and I don´t know if you have already received it. Some of this may be old news to you.
I am alive and safe. I guess that´s important. Today is my sixth day in the MTC, and EVERYTHING has happened since I arrived here.
I have two companions: Elders Woodhouse and Wilson. Elder Woodhouse´s companion is at the Provo MTC because of visa issues, so he joined Elder Wilson and me. They´re both from Utah (in every sense of the word), and we get along all right. Elder Wilson is really confident and sure of himself, which can get on my nerves at times, but he´s okay. I think it´s just that we are very different from one another. It helps that Elder Woodhouse is here (no relation to the Woodhouses in our stake, I asked) because I get along with him really well. I´m actually really glad to have two companions most of the time; it has helped me to transition into missionary life. It can be rough when one person has to go somewhere and we have to follow them, but it´s not a big deal.
The MTC is a great place, and I am enjoying myself. Everyone here is incredibly friendly and I have already made some good friends with other missionaries. All the Brazilians I have met are kind and patient, and a lot of the Brazilian missionaries are genuinely funny.
The food is good, but I think I´m getting fatter. My favorite thing here is the guarana flavored soda: guarana is a native Brazilian fruit, and the soda tastes like fresh apple juice mixed with some ginger ale. So good.
Portuguese seems pretty similar to French in a lot of ways, so I´m glad that I had some previous language training. I´m still not very good at speaking it, but I can bear my testimony and say most of a prayer in Portuguese. Whenever I feel discouraged about the language, I just try to remind myself that I have only been speaking it for a few days.
Sorry if this is boring. I think I stopped being funny and articulate, if I was ever either, immediately after being set apart as a missionary.
Sao Paulo is a beautiful, colorful city, and I am anxious to see more of Brazil. It´s a strange place, and I can´t wait to get out in the field and start doing some real work.
I miss you tons, but I´m not so homesick that I can´t concentrate on why I´m here. I´m doing really well, and I hope you are too.
love
elder wiggins
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