We spent this week in the Missionary Training Centre (MTC) in Provo, Utah. On arrival we were given our name tags and we feel like we are now “officially” missionaries. Craig was looking forward to returning after a wonderful experience as a young missionary where he spent eight weeks learning Italian before going to the Italy Rome Mission. Lesley has lived this experience vicariously four times via Craig and then the three boys.
Mitchell remembered it being pure white with snow and freezing in January. We have had hot days and it is beautiful and green with flowers everywhere. The mountains are so close and magnificent. Tyler remembered donuts for breakfast, lunch, and dinner; with icecream fridges from where they could help themselves. Both are still there. We did not destroy anything here unlike Casey who wrecked a whiteboard at the New Zealand MTC when he was there. The MTC is a pretty amazing place full of good young people (about 2,000 at any one time) and a spattering of seniors to balance things out. It is so big that the laundry has two aisles each with about 50 washing machines and dryers.
We spent the week receiving training with a group of other senior missionaries ranging in age from 55 to 75 years old, going all over the world, in a variety of roles, using our experience and expertise to hopefully bless the lives of others.
We have now moved to nearby Salt Lake City for several days of specific medical and mental health training before flying to Perú at the end of the week. We spent today, Sunday, on Temple Square. We enjoyed attending the weekly performance of “Music and the Spoken Word” featuring the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, as well as an organ recital later in the afternoon.
1. Going to Peru 2. Outside Provo Temple 3. Our MTC district
4. Music & Spoken Word 5. MTC Laundry 6. Squaw Peak and Provo Temple