This week has been very crazy. It started off with going to the airport and flying down to Atlanta where I met all my district except sister Gibson. We all thought that my companion, elder martineau, wasn't going to make it because we kept waiting and he just wasn't showing up. He ended up showing up when they started boarding the first few groups. The são Paulo airport feels a little like a fever dream. We got there and had zero clue where to go for a few minutes. We were told someone would be there to help us but there wasn't anyone there. We had to depend on sister severo, a sister in my district who knows Portuguese already. We eventually found the people who were supposed to help us and got out of that airport. The first day at mtc was an interesting day. After getting to the são Paulo mtc we had a small nap time that me and the elders in my district used to unpack our suitcases instead of napping. After that we went and had lunch and set up our phones. I was allowed to call my mom after that which was nice. I kind of forget what happened the rest of the day until the devotional towards the end of the day. At the devotional I was trying so hard to stay awake. I failed. I kept catching myself a couple minutes after falling asleep and waking up to try to listen some more. We got to go to the temple on the second day. We went to the one in Campinas which was a two hour drive. It was a beautiful temple. I didn't really know where to go at one point and didnt know where my companion was until some really old Brazilian temple worker literally grabbed me and dragged me around the temple because I couldn't understand a word that he said. After those two days we got into the normal swing of things. The schedule is usually pretty busy but me and my district still find time to have fun. I keep getting american songs stuck in my head. This morning it was grace Kelly by Mika. It's a pretty good song I would recommend listening to it. I have some weird stories already. Someone caught on to the fact that sister severo knew Portuguese already and she got kidnapped one night and transferred to a Brazilian district 😔. We are now down to 7 people in our district. The weirdest story that's email appropriate is probably elder flora calling his calves his baby moo moo milkers. Now it's time for what I've been looking forward to the most. It's time to talk about ties. Tie trading is a huge thing on my floor. My floor is the center of tie trading in the mtc. How it works is that you hang your ties around your shoulders and go up to people and say "troca". We were warned not to say it twice otherwise it means something very different. I got really scammed twice by elder Pinheiro who is a Peruvian elder who can make you think up is down and worthless ties are worth a lot. There's also this tie lady who will stand outside the mtc fence and she sells a lot of ties. They're usually easy to tell which one is a tie lady but my first day I didnt know that they're essentially worthless in the tie trading business. Don't get me wrong they're great ties, they just also have flooded the market. I got to trade a tie today with my portuguese teacher, irmão Casimiro. I did feel a little bad because the tie i traded him doesnt really fit him and it's a tie lady tie. But it is nice and has an angel moroni and his first name is moroni. My Portuguese is improving a lot. There's a lot of missionaries here that speak Portuguese so I'm able to get a lot of practice in. That's all I can think of for now, cya next week.