Well, this is the last week of the change. I'm pretty sure one of us will leave. If I don't leave I'll probably finish here. It's nice, but too much dust. It's hot, but you can't open the window because too much dust and sand comes in. I feel like Wall-E when he hurries back to his house thing to avoid the sandstorm. The weather is different. It's hot in the morning and gets really cold at night.
We had a slow week after the temple trip and a big meeting with all the missionaries of Chimbote. But we managed to find some people and do some good. There was a member who we didn't see for a few weeks in the church. Nobody knew why and nobody did anything. He showed up yesterday and sat by me. I asked how he was doing and he said he was running in and out of the hospital for a while, but his dad passed away two weeks ago. The sad thing is nobody said anything, nobody really noticed he was gone. I felt bad because I don't even know where he lives. But on the bright side, he said he is going to the States at the end of the year and we'll hang out. We need to worry about others, we might never know the impact we can have on them for just asking how things are going.
On a brighter note, a family from Trujillo came and made us tacos. They also want to come and visit, but lack the funds. But they are very good people.
Love you all, have a great week, and we'll see what happens with the changes.
