Tuesday, September 1, 2009

09-01-2009 Letter Home

Date: Tue, 01 Sep 2009 19:47:49

Subject: The beginning of the beginning

Hey everybody! This is my first letter home from the Missionary Training Center in São Paulo, Brazil. I am in an internet café outside of the CTM called Mr. Cheney's Cookies typing on an old computer like the kind I used in the 1990s. I have to apologize in advance for what might seem like poor grammar and spelling... this thing keeps on correcting my "misspelled words" into Portuguese. I will try to fix everything at the end and there might not  be a problem.

My week so far has been fantastico. Wow. What a wonderful place the CTM is. Seven floors, huge fence manned by a private security force, surrounded by the suburbs of São Paulo. While it is not as dense and urban as the center of São Paulo, this place definitely feels like an inner city area. Like something between the better cities of Mexico and European cities. I don’t want to say that São Paulo isn¹t modern... it definitely is, and it surprised me that I can feel so technologically and infra-structurally provided in another country, where my experience in Latin America has been the opposite. We went to the Campinas Temple today, as the São Paulo Temple is being cleaned for the next week or so.

We got to take a nice long bus ride for an hour and a half and were able to see much of São Paulo and the surrounding environs during that time. We also got to take a nap in the bus, and that was great as well. You grow to love the extra sleep you get when you are such a rigid schedule. When I say bus, I mean na expensive tour bus with nice padded seats, air conditioning... I would be excited to get on one in the states. They take good care of us here in Brazil. It was also very fun to experience the thrills of São Paulo traffic. Parents, its worse here than in Italy, New York City, or in the Yucatan, that time we went to those Mayan ruins. And there are so many cars, and so few accidents! If any of these guys drove the way they do in the states, they'd all be flooded with tickets. But I think its cool that everyone here knows how to drive really well.



The Campinas Temple was very beautiful and the ceremony was great. I loved being there with my district (the group of missionaries on the same week as I here), and being able to perform parts of the ceremony in Portuguese... I didn't, of course, I know so little, but the others did, and it was fun to work it out with very little understanding of each other's language. There is a great view from the Campinas Temple over Campinas... its on top of this large hill surrounding by two fences, one of them with coils of barbed wire.

That's another thing about São Paulo and Brasil in general as far as I've been able to explore it. So much security! There is barbed wire and spiked fences protecting most buildings, if not large brick walls. Many of the homes in the area around the CTM have garages that are nothing more than a completely fenced-in patio they drive their small cars into. Crime is no doubt a big problem, but I've only heard rumors so far.

But back to my experience getting to the CTM and how I have been doing so far learning the language of Portuguese and growing into my new role as a missionary. The plane was very long, twelve or thirteen hours, but I got plenty of sleep, unlike many of the others I rode in with. We arrived at the airport and waited in a very long line to go through customs, but there was no trouble. We were able to get to a representative of the Church holding a sign, and then onto a bus that gave us our first taste of Brasil on our way to the CTM. It is surprisingly cool here! It is, of course, winter, almost spring, but its easy to know that and not know it is going to be when you get off the plane. The night comes quickly here, as it should, and we don¹t have to worry too much about the heat, which is very nice. In Fortaleza we will not be so fortunate, as it will be in the high 80s year-round.



When we got to the CTM we were given companions. My companion's name is Elder Foust and he is from Kaysville, Utah. He is kind of short, has blond hair and a wrestler's build. He is a big-time hunter and keeps on entertaining the rest of us with his stories hunting in the Utah mountains, as well as confusing me with hunting terminology I am not used to. He is becoming a very good friend though and I am glad he is my companion. He has a deep testimony that I appreciate and is very good with the scriptures.

The food here is very good but there have been times that I've gotten sick. I drink Guarana soda every day for every meal, and it is beginning to hurt my teeth. They eat a lot of rice and beans, yes, but that's not all they serve in the cafeteria. There is always a variety of fruits and meat and bread. I wish there was more milk and jelly would be great for toast instead of the usual breakfeast meal... ham and cheese sandwiches for some reason.

I have been absorbed entirely with learning Portuguese and as far as I know, I am ahead in the class. There are many native Brazilian missionaries here who do not speak English that we are supposed to have conversations with at lunch, but I like them so much I speak with them every meal. It is helping me grasp the language much better by working out as much conversation with every Brazilian that I meet, and they are great people! I am beginning to love them a lot, they are very friendly, and they love to tell jokes and laugh. There have been very few times they have been standoffish, most of the time they eagerly take to wading through my bad Portuguese in order to grasp a joke I'm trying to make, and there is no end of laughs and questions, suggestions for my pronunciation and compliments. I've gotten to know many by name and they tell me I speak like a Brazilian! They are very cool and I can't wait to be able to speak fluently to them. We don't have Brazilian roommates... right now we have more American missionaries in the CTM than is usual, but we are told that we will get some as soon as possible. That will help our Portuguese a lot, when we can talk to them longer than just in the hallways and at lunch.

My district is wonderful... twelve missionaries, eight of them from Utah, two others from California (they hail from Lala Land, both of them) and one from Iowa. There are a lot of tales about Utah and we all rib each other quite a bit, not too much for any contention to arise, but it creates a very fun atmosphere. They are very spiritual too, and it is great to have a bunch of guys on your same level. I am rooming with five other missionaries, my companion included, in a room with three bunk beds, on the fifth floor of the CTM overlooking the interior of the CTM... it is in a horseshoe shape and we are on the inside.

My teachers are great. Our afternoon teacher is named Irmao (Brother) Mario (Brazilian of course) and he has just finished up his own mission. He was converted when he was 19 and is very laid-back and enthusiastic. Our evening teacher is named Irmao Luiz, and he is much more proper, has better English, and is going into International Relations at a college here in São Paulo. He is tall and skinny, while Mario is shorter and thicker, and so we often make jokes that they are Mario and Luigi from the Mario Brothers video game. It seems like we begin every day by humming the tune in our crowded classroom. Speaking of classrooms, we spend about six hours a day in class learning Portuguese, but whenever I get antsy or claustrophobic I just say a prayer and it disappears.

I have seen Connor around a bunch, though I don't spend as much time as I wish I could with him. It sounds like he is doing great, though. Ill give him a big hug for you guys. Send me his letter, if you could, I wont get it any other way! Ah man, it doesn't look like I'll be able to describe everything I have experienced in great detail, but you'll get all the needed info over the next eight weeks. Thankfully I can type a good three pages every Tuesday, and Ill send letters by mail as well, though that’ll take longer.

I am feeling the Spirit a lot down here and praying a lot, and it’s great to be focused all day on spiritual things. I wish I could have written about that more but I’ll have to do it later.

Much love to minha familia!

And to friends and everyone else!

New updates next Tuesday.

Elder Carpenter

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

46 Years Ago... (see movie clip on right)



When we saw this little movie clip, we couldn't help but notice the similarities between Brendon and his Grandad Christensen. In the Summer of 1963 Marvin Christensen departed for his 2 year mission in Aukland, New Zealand.

46 years later and now Brendon and Connor are the first of the Christensen grandsons to go on missions!

Brendon had to mimic Grandad's little moment of pretending to nervously bite his nails as he headed to the airplane. Brendon was feeling a little nervous too!

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Leaving on a Jetplane...


The hour is finally here! Sending a missionary out is a lifelong dream and a long, tedious list of things to do and things to gather.


But ultimately we all felt very excited and grateful for the great work that Brendon would get to contribute to. What a blessing it is to know that Brendon will be serving the Lord and the people of Brazil. He will be building the kingdom of our Heavenly Father and will be sure to experience many wonderful changes in his life as he learns discipline, charity, obedience, and reliance upon the Lord.

After a late night of last minute details, we woke up at 5 o'clock AM to get everyone ready and out the door for the morning flights from Sacramento.




Brendon and Connor both flew out of the Sacramento Airport
 straight to Sau Paulo, Brazil.

HOWEVER,

Connor left at 8:25am on American Airlines changing planes in Dallas

and

Brendon flew out at 11:35am on Delta Airlines changing planes in Atlanta

Needless to say this was a long Goodbye!

GOODBYE TO CONNOR!


Brothers say Goodbye - until tomorrow when they meet in Sao Paulo!

2 more hours til Brendon's Flight... Let's Get Breakfast!

 
New companion? or bread twin?


...and take a drive along the Sacramento River!



 

Back to the Airport...



Brendon was relatively calm during the wait,
however, we could tell he was getting a little nervous
when he started trying to offer comic relief.

He can always make us laugh!


He looked so handsome in his Missionary attire!


Goodbye Dad and Mom!


Goodbye Little Sisters!


DESTINATION: Sao Paulo! Goodbye Elder Brendon!




Monday, August 24, 2009

Our Official Missionaries!


The evening before the departure, we met with Bishop Fox and Stake President Watkins where the boys were set apart as official missionaries for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. It was a great experience and we are so grateful for these two great men that helped make this possible.


The goal - 1 carry-on suitcase and 1 backpack to fit everything needed for 2 years in Brazil.

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!

The suits, the official uniform of a missionary, laid out just like the night before school...
These boys are excited to go!

The TwinStone


While skipping rocks into the river, Brendon found a very interesting stone. It had split almost exactly in half and he had found both pieces that still fit perfectly together.
We decided that this stone was very symbolic of Brendon and Connor and the transition that they would experience very soon. Just as this stone had once been whole, so had Brendon and Connor, together since before birth. In two parts, the stone is still beautiful and strong and each piece is unique, but together each piece supports and compliments and strengthens the other.

Soon a change in life will seperate our sons for a period of time, but one day they will be brought back together, best friends and brothers, united again. This stone now sits at our home on our fireplace mantle, a reminder of our day in Hope Valley.








For now, the stone is together, as a whole. But in October, when Connor goes South to Porto Alegre and Brendon goes North to Fortaleza, we will separate the stones into two pieces. They will remain apart until one day in August of 2011 when we will bring each piece to the airport and each of our strong, unique sons will join the stone together again.

August 24, 2009 -Hope Valley - A Little Time Away



By the time Sunday night rolled around,
the farewell talks and parties were over,
and the guests had all gone home and the to-do list was mostly done. We realized we really just wanted to spend some time alone enjoying each other as a family. We decided to let the girls take the day off school and spend part of Monday on a picnic. Hope Valley came to mind as a beautiful, inspirational place in the nearby mountains. Grandma Carpenter came with us and we had a lovely,
memorable day.



It was a good thing to have lots of leftovers from the past couple of days of parties and dinners... we had a delicious lunch!
  
The Carson River drifts lazily through this beautiful canyon,
a perfect spot for a picnic and a little ankle-deep wading.



Sunday, August 23, 2009

Farewell Weekend




Early Saturday morning we got a surprise.... Uncle Todd, Uncle Kevin, and cousins,        Nick, Zach and Noah had driven 13 hours     ALL THE WAY FROM ARIZONA!!!

...Just so they could be here for the Open House and Farewell and to give last hugs and goodbyes! This was especially meaningful because Brendon and Connor's closest cousin, Nick will depart on his mission about 6 months before they return home. It will be a long time til they meet again!

We spent most of Saturday preparing for the Open House and were happy that so many kind friends came to wish the Elders good luck and Goodbye.

Sunday was a special day. Brendon and Connor spoke in church and their sister sang a beautiful solo arrangement of "I Know that My Redeemer Lives" accompanied by piano and cello. It was a very heartfelt piece of music and touched everyone in attendance.



          Brendon, Aunt Karen, Grandma Carpenter, Aunt Jody, Connor


Then later Sunday, after the boys from AZ departed, we had a big family dinner with all of our family that live here close by.  It was a very special day!