Charles De Gaulle is a mess. I hate that airport.
French people are were LOTS more friendly to me than to my travelling buddies. They grinned when I came up and stumbled through "Je ne parle pas français" "Alright, English will do."
I sent you guys (and Jamo) a postcard. I mailed it with French stamps from the airport, but I havve no idea when it will get to Salt Lake.
I made several new friends. I did what Mom said and tried to find people who were having trouble adjusting. Elder Tree, from Missoula MT - we hung out a lot waiting for our flight in Salt Lake. I grabbed a Cafe Rio burrito as a last meal. It´s the only real thing I´ve eaten in the past 17 hours. I also met Elder Bart(holomew). What a stud. We kinda became impromptu companions, keeping track of each other and making sure everyone got to where they´re supposed to go. He´s not in my room (six elders per) so I doubt we´ll be MTC (CCM) companions.
My 4 years of Spanish paid off. I am quite proud to say that I pretty much led our group of 25 elders and 3 sisters through the Madrid airport to where the CCM guys were waiting for us. I then was able to converse with them, cause neither guy sent to pick us up spoke English. What an adventure!
The feeling that I felt when we started desceding into Madrid was . . . indescribable. I felt so excited, and I knew exactly what to do and where to go. I burst into Spanish, and started talking to everyone I could. I think the other elders might think I´m showing off, because, for some reason, I keep talking in Spanish, like I can´t even stop myself. ¿Adonde Vamos? ¿Porque estamos aqui? Los hermanas esta alla. ¡Elderes! ¡Estamos en Madrid! That feeling has continued now that I´m sitting in the CCM. I know for a FACT that this is where I am supposed to be and what I am supposed to be doing.
My P-day is on Thursday, but tomorrow will not be a P-day. I will be waiting to write until NEXT Thursday.
I love you.
Elder Maxfield.
P.S. Dad, I loved your letter and the candy bars.
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