So an Elder counted 35 missionaries on the flight from Atlanta to Lima. We basically took over the whole plane. I only have 5 minutes so I'm saying I'm alive and that's about it. We got to the CCM really late at about 2 am, but I looked and we went to bed around 3. My companion is from Utah and he's cool. He is an athletic football type so we get along. For breakfast we had eggs, cheese rolls, and some yogurt stuff. It was pretty good. The juice is super fresh that was the best part. Okay love you! ttly
