Hello people outside the walls of the CCM! [If anyone else is wondering what exactly CCM stands for, it's Centro de Capacitacion Misional. Basically the Spanish translation of Missionary Training Center. I had to look it up.]
How the heck have I been on a mission for 2 weeks? Actually, it feels like longer than that. It's true what they say "the days feel like weeks and the weeks feel like days."
This week we started to get into the swing of things. My days consist of nearly eight or so hours of language study. Sometimes it's a challenge to stay focused. Things get crazy in 7C at about 8:00 each night. I love my district and this pass week we've bonded quite a bit. The other sisters we live with are fantastic and it's like a 6-week sleepover in our casa.
Anyways, everyone and their dog was sick this week...Except Hermana Brinkerhoff because I covered myself in Doterra "On Guard!" I'm a believer. I've never felt so healthy in my life because of that stuff.
There are tennis courts here at the CCM. I've used them to my advantage. Ever played tennis in Mexico? Didn't think so. The other day we played the other girls in our casa and upon finding out I played tennis for a number of years she said, "Are you good then?" I immediately showed her the Brinkerhoff Backhand (tennis not punches), and she hasn't questioned me since. All of my tennis friends will understand the reference.
On that note, can I just say how much I miss Laramie? (shoutout to my girls on north 11th) But also I love being here and I know this is the right thing.
Elder Dallin H Oaks & Elder Clayton are coming next Tuesday to speak to us. I AM PUMPED. I may get chosen to sing in the choir (fingers crossed).
Spanish is coming slowly but surely. Everyday I understand a bit more. I am excited to be more fluent and the language barrier to not be an issue. We taught our district in English yesterday and I hated it. I didn't even know what I was saying and wanted to speak in Spanish. It is super awesome how learning a new language makes you see the world differently. I feel like a ton of new options will open up to me as I learn this new language, as hard and annoying as it may be. In a lesson yesterday she asked us a question and I was very frustrated because I knew exactly what to say in English. I think that happens to everyone though. So in Spanish I said something like "it's complementary to the bible." Real deep let me tell ya.
Another thing: Every time someone bears their testimony in Spanish they say my name! "I know" is "Yo sé" (the "y" sounds like a "j"). It gets me every time.
The most embarrassing thing that happened this week was when I met a girl who teaches here that had uncle Arley as her mission president. The second I met her I started crying, and was like "that's my uncle" wah wah wah. (This was in the middle of dinner mind you.) The teacher next to me was like "Breathe, Hermana." Haha!
I will try and send some pictures, but currently there are some technology issues.
I love you!
Oh and just a subtle reminder that it's awesome to get letters. So if you feel the need to tell me anything I am here. News from the outside is treasured and it makes Tuesday emailing easier. It's also faster and just fantastic. So you know just a LITTLE reminder.
Send the letter to: firstname.lastname@example.org
Subject line: Hermana Brinkerhoff District 7C
Then type the desires of your heart.
Hermana Bowling from Star Valley! She's a Wyoming girl headed to Chile!
Hermana Neslen selfie! She's headed to south Denver!
Not my district (thank goodness) this is our mother district, 7B they take good care of us and we eat together everyday. The boys force me to sing because they like my voice. I have no words for this district.
The B is for Brinkerhoff according to my district.
The ladies of casa 14. Much love.
We love the B.
My name is so long they used a different font I think.
I love those little houses. So many people live in Mexico I can't believe it.
My four corners of the earth.
Best thing to wake up to.