Flying across the International Day Line, we set out on the afternoon of the 18th and arrived in Los Angeles on the evening of the 18th, feeling like we had earned a day. We fell asleep all the way, but we were still excited when landing. We met Alfonso, who greeted us, and our host family in Ontario, a Mexican couple with the smiling eyes. After arriving home with the couple, we had the first meal. I forgot the complicated Mexican name, but I couldn't forget the taste. American dad was about to work at five o’clock early in the morning, but he still waited for us and picked us up back home very late. The first day in the United States seems to be a long journey, but it is also a day of tension and expectations.
The journey or life formally started. We felt California's sunshine and air for the first time, which was a little chilly after the rain. Our learning center is located in a small church in Ontario, where we can see the snow mountains and children of the mission school. When seeing you, they will wave to you with wide eyes, and say “Good morning”. We sat around in class, and became familiar with each other when spending the morning talking to each other. Alfonso said that the most important thing is that we can have fun here every day, rather than how much we learn. Fortunately, we really had a good time every day during the program, with everyone and every view here.