The subject line means "hello" in Tahitian (that's not how you spell, I don't know how to.) I love being here. Things are so great. Yesterday I went to the French consulate. It was the most crazy experience of my life. I woke up at 2:15ish and got ready, met my group at 3, drove to Salt Lake, they referred to me as the smart elder because I skipped my French training. We arrived at the airport at 4, and relaxed for a while. We didn't board until 5:50. Our plane was tiny. Okay, it was still a bigger plane but it was only four seats wide and maybe 20 seats deep. It was pretty small. The flight took two hours. I was so sick when I was done! The turbulence was pretty bad while we were flying through the clouds but it was so pretty to see the sunrise over this sea of clouds.
There were six people total in my group. We got so lost in the San Francisco airport. We spent probably an hour trying to find our way around. We found our driver and then went to the consulate. We turned in our visa applications and that was it. It was really quick. We met someone who is Hindu and we met a bunch of other people. We went to Pier 39 and ate lunch at 11. We placed a lot of pass-along cards and one Book of Mormon.
We almost missed our 12:30 boarding time, but we didn't! We got to the gate at 12:45 and they were only beginning to board. That plane was much bigger and faster. Our flight was much quicker and I slept most of the way. We arrived in Salt Lake at 3:30, people thought we were coming home from our missions, it was the funniest thing. Some families who were waiting for their missionaries saw us and starting freaking out. I felt really bad that we caused them to freak out.
We took Trax and then Frontrunner all the way to Provo. We had a driver come pick us up and we were back at the MTC by 6 pm. That was crazy. Flying on planes is a lot of fun. I love seeing the clouds and the feeling of take-off. But landing and turbulence make me sick.
There were six people total in my group. We got so lost in the San Francisco airport. We spent probably an hour trying to find our way around. We found our driver and then went to the consulate. We turned in our visa applications and that was it. It was really quick. We met someone who is Hindu and we met a bunch of other people. We went to Pier 39 and ate lunch at 11. We placed a lot of pass-along cards and one Book of Mormon.
We almost missed our 12:30 boarding time, but we didn't! We got to the gate at 12:45 and they were only beginning to board. That plane was much bigger and faster. Our flight was much quicker and I slept most of the way. We arrived in Salt Lake at 3:30, people thought we were coming home from our missions, it was the funniest thing. Some families who were waiting for their missionaries saw us and starting freaking out. I felt really bad that we caused them to freak out.
We took Trax and then Frontrunner all the way to Provo. We had a driver come pick us up and we were back at the MTC by 6 pm. That was crazy. Flying on planes is a lot of fun. I love seeing the clouds and the feeling of take-off. But landing and turbulence make me sick.
I love speaking French and I am excited to start learning the gospel in French and Tahitian. This is a great work and I've only just begun. I hope you're all enjoying life as much as I am. Have hope! Faith is dead without hope. I love you!
Elder Squires
I think I sent pictures of my district's nametags, my books, and my French name tag with a "dork dot". I have so many books! Probably about two or three times more than everyone else. It's funny. I can't read my Tahitian scriptures but I can read my French ones. Also, I don't have the Doctrine and Covenants or Pearl of Great Price in Tahitian, it's strange, I know.
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| Name tags of Missionaries in Brandon's District |
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| Brandon's stack of books - 2 to 3 times more than anyone else? |
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| Brandon's name tag in French (with a "dork" dot) |
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