|pizza dinner with our zone leaders — one of our church meetings got canceled, so a member took us out to eat (it's called super pizza, and it happens to be super, super good)|
hola familia,The days are passing even faster here in the Yucatan, and I can hardly believe that half of my small time here has been spent in the same little town in this corner of the world. We have cambios again the following Sunday, except this time instead of hoping for another city and new people, I find myself hoping for one more round of six weeks here in Mulsay. I like how familiar the bus route has become that passes right outside of our four-room house; my ears have grown so accustomed to the sound of an oncoming bus that I can now successfully gauge the exact time we need to leave our house in order to catch the first route in the early light. I like how familiar the streets have become, how I have memorized the numbers and houses and colors of each one. I like how familiar the people have become to me here — the worker in Crunch that gives us bread every time we pass by; the seventy year old man that always rides his bike with his broken sandals and white plastic bag hanging from the handles. I think my heart will miss it — I think I will miss it a lot — because I am already beginning to hide away all of these streets and conversations within the corners of my heart.
|Familia Gamboa (minus her husband, who was working) outside of the temple. Their children are the cutest (Alejandro y Allison)|
|taken minutes before Hna Guerra killed a tarantula (is that how you spell it?) with a brick. It was huge and we were scared and also we felt so sad after we killed it|