So I made it. I typed out this long letter to you guys on a laptop and then the internet crashed so I lost everything and they had to switch me computers so now I don't even feel like writing, but I love you so I will. We got here about two and half hours ago and it's 10:15 am NZ time, so I'm super confused as to what time it is at home. So I travelled with two Elders and three other Sisters from SLC and then met up with another Elder in San Fran. Everyone is pretty chill so far and I like Sister Green a lot; she's from Bountiful, Utah. Our flight to SF was delayed two hours so we just sat in Utah forever which sucked, but not as much as the 13 hour ride to NZ. I have never seen such a huge plane before and I sat in the middle next to Elders Christensen and Bowman, both 6'7" and Christensen is gonna be an offensive lineman for BYU when he gets home. So yeah, you can imagine how uncomfortable that was. But it was fine. We had dinner so I didn't take the sleeping pill, but I still slept a little. I'm just gonna be suuuuper tired tonight. Then it took two hours to get through customs this morning. We had a HUGE Maori driver pick us up from the airport and it was super hard to understand him, but most of the white New Zealanders are pretty easy to understand. We got here and had breakfast, lamb sausages (puke) and baked beans??? But the beans were good. I was too chicken to try the black salt spread, Marmite, but I'll probably try it next meal. Everyone who tried it said it was super nast though. I can't really think of anything else. There are only four American sisters at this Missionary Training Center; all the others are from Australia, NZ, or other islands, and even Africa. There're only 60 missionaries total in this MTC, so it's super small. But that's fine. Everyone is super nice. And it's not too cold, all the doors and windows are open. Sorry for my terrible typing, I never learned and this keyboard stinks. Well that's about all I can think of so I'll email you Sunday, I think! Loving everything! Sister Machen P.S. Still getting used that... gross.