Hello everybody, estoy en Mexico! 

I have my name tag on and everything, I am officially a missionary! Well, even more officially. My name on my tag is spelled wrong but they said they´d take care of it tomorrow. I don¨t know who my companion is yet but I am sure she is great!

The flight was good, a little bumpy but I am here safe! I got to sit next to a girl from Arizona who is also going on a mission. She will be serving in Tampa Florida. We chatted the whole way and made each other unofficial first companions. 

Some of my ward members surprised me at the airport which was really nice of them. Miss you guys already! But I am so so so excited to be here right now. Not much else to tell except I am already loving it.

Everyone else is still typing their 'hi family, I'm here safe' emails. So I thought I'd share a little story. On the plane today there were 4 elders and 10 sisters! Which would not have happened this time last year (because of the recent age requirement change).So many sisters are serving missions and I think it is so great. But getting on the bus (after walking a mile and a half through the airport). We had to get our luggage on the bus. Mind you, We all had at least 2 suitcases that weighed close to 50lbs each. The guy from the MTC (it's called the CCM here in Mexico) called all the elders up to get on the bus first. Us sisters were kinda peeved until we saw why he did that. Those poor elders had to load all our luggage on the bus while the sisters snapped pictures. I felt really bad for them but am excited to send pictures home when I get a chance!

Also, a man who seemed to have intentions of helping my and my unofficial companion with our bags through the airport kept asking us something in very fast espanol and we looked at him, then at each other, he repeated himself, we stared at him with really confused looks and finally said 'lo siento, penqueno espanol (looking at each other) let's just do it ourselves... how dumb do you feel right now? Really dumb... Me too.'

I will learn soon!

Con amor,

Hermana Granado