Saturday June 1

After gathering everything (we think!) from all corners of our house in SJ, we piled in and went over to tell Angelica bye. For some reason, it was very hard for me to just pull away and leave her there. But God knows where she is and won’t leave her by herself. She gave me a tortilla towel she embroidered. I had so wanted to get her a little gift and never found what I wanted. So maybe I can get something and leave it with Kendall’s. And when they go next, they can take it to her. We made the journey to Los Jugueyes. Stopped at La Tena and visited with Rubens and with Jacobos. Then ate a late lunch at Los Arcos. Thought it was the pizzeria we stopped at but found out that this one doesn’t serve pizza. So we ate discada again.  We also tried to find Kelvin Masts but they weren’t home. Got their number so maybe we can see them yet before we leave.  Got to Kendall’s and around 6 the other missionaries from the area came for a hamburger fry. Grant and Grace Toews, John and Anna Neufeld, Allen and Audrey Barkman are all here in the area. Was a good evening.

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