Monday, June 25, 2018

Letter #44

Everybody is leaving me. I'm gonna be all alone, a lost kid in the supermarket. JK, we chill here.

Elder Amorim is leaving, Thursday. We'll meet up with everybody at the temple on Thursday to make the transfers happen, and also to send of Brucie Hill, beloved Canadaian (idk if those words go well together #USA) and mission president.

But, at least they're getting replaced. Pres. Marsh and mystery companion will both arrive this week.
Just a lot of preparing for that.

President Hill chose to spend his last week in the farthest, darkest area of his mission.
In other words, got to see him on Sunday, so that was nice.
Sister Hill brought some brownies, white chocolate, dark chocolate, coconut, nutella.
Diabetes in a pan, I like to call them.

And the only other news is that, because of the transfers and the reduced money, we've been eating rice every night, scraping together coins on the street to pay for the ticket.
It's funny, every time one of us sees a coin on the road, it's a stop and run and pick it up and get back.

Other things, My boys from Belgium #representing
FIFA fandom with my asians is becoming useful knowledge down here.
And another weak week.
Next week, all the exciting things will hapen though, so get ready.

Love,

Elder Whiter than White

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