MTC Part 2!

Ciao, mi amici!  La MTC e MOLTO BELLO!

I have had so many awesome experiences here, I can't even name them all!  I have LEARNED so much, it is ridiculous.  I now know what it feels like when "my cup runneth over."

Things I'm grateful for here at the MTC:

• The priesthood.  I have come to know here that it is GOD'S POWER ON EARTH.  I am so glad to have such access to it when I need it.  
• Salad.  MTC food is KIIIINDA weired, and sketch.  You can always count on some prepackaged lettuce and individually packaged portions of dressing.  Huzzah.
• Also cereal.  We eat massive amounts of cereal.
• Teachers who are okay with me weeping in front of them.  Seriously.  MTC teachers are angels.  
• DearElder.com.  I would do a commercial for them if they wanted me to.  D-E-A-R-E-L-D-E-R.com.
• The temple.  I only get to go ONE MORE TIME. I shall miss it. 
• My zone.  They are so nice to me, and when we play Bump Lightning Knockout Elimination, which is our basketball-inspired (?) game we sometimes play together at nighttime, the anziani sometimes pretend to not be able to shoot the ball in the hoop while they wait for me to chase my ball across the pavement so that I don't seem so pathetically awful at bumplightningknockoutelimination/basketball.  Bless their hearts. 
• My teachers.  Did I already say that?  Well, every single one of them rock.  For real.  I want to be all of their friend post-mish.
• Los Spirito Santo (the Holy Ghost!) Missionary work and mission preparation just DOESN'T happen without it.  Because HE is the one who is teaching! Its incredible to see!  I LOVE THIS WORK! (*climbs on rooftop and spreads arms*)
• The A-MAZING opportunity I had to sing in the Relief Society Broadcast on Saturday.  SERIOUS once-in-a-lifetime experience.  I stood 20 ft away from the PROPHET OF GOD.  My heart skipped a beat when he walked in the door and my eyes were immediately filled with tears.  Most amazing experience ever.  

Well folks, that's all I have time for tonight.  One more P-Day in AMERICA!  Isn't that weird?  

Buona notte!

Me and my companion, Sorella Yost, in front of the Provo Temple

Me, Sorella Woods, and Sorella Yost

Sorella Yost, Samuel Smith, and Me

Greetings from the MTC

Emily's first letter from the MTC!
September 5, 2013

I love it here at the MTC!  My companion's name is Sorella Yost, and she is from Washington.  She is the SWEETEST girl, and I am glad she's not a nutcase (that's always good).  We are not actually at the Main MTC campus, we are at the West campus.  In fact, we are the first Italian missionaries at the West campus, so they don't even have district or zone leaders for us!  I like west campus, though, more than I thought I would.  There are pros and cons.  Pros are that we are in apartments instead of dorms, and me, Sorella Yost, and two other Sorellas, Sorella Woods and Sorella Carter all share.  We get our own bathroom and KITCHEN!  (Ha ha, the only thing in the refrigerator at the moment is my M&Ms).  The cons are that they don't have a GYM for us yet, and since we share a bathroom we have to really schedule out everyone's showers.  We'll figure it out though.

The MTC is a SMALL WORLD.  Yesterday we took a shuttle to our residence hall (that's another thing, we have to take a shuttle to EVERYTHING), and one of the girls helping get us settled in came to help me roll my bags over to my apartment.  After looking at her name tag and asking a couple of questions I realized that it was EMILY KERBY!  I told her who I was and we had a little fangirl moment...It was great.  Then, later in the day, when we were waiting for the shuttle to pick us up for a class, I turned around and guess who was walking by?  JODIE LEVIE!  It took everything in me to not SCREAM, but I called for her and we hugged and cried, and she went back to BYU and I hopped on the shuttle.  It was AMAZING.

Language study is great, they are really just DIVING into it.  I don't think my teachers have spoken more than a sentence or two of  English to me.  It's crazy!  Well, now e have to go to breakfast, and I should probably blow-dry my hair. Write back soon!  My P-Day is Wednesday, and that's the only day I can check email, so write or email, whichever is faster.  I LOVE YOU ALL and miss you terribly!

Love,
Sorella McPeek
{Proverbs 3:5-6}