My area was split last P-Day. The APs forgot to tell us, though. We were walking out the door just as Elder Jariol showed up. We asked why he was here, and he told us that he was transferred to Tacloban. It was the first we had heard of it, so we phoned up the APs. "Oops" was basically what they told us. We were supposed to have found him a district missionary to be his companion. He just tagged along with us for a couple of days before we got him one. That takes the zone up to 26 now.
It was Mother's Day yesterday. I talked to Mum, Dad, and Emily last night. It was really nice to talk to them. They're doing good. Emily sounds older. She's such a daraga (young single woman) now. It was my last phone call from the field.
Elder Hunt phoned Kananga this evening to ask for something. When he was done, I talked to Elder Wetenkamp for a couple minutes. He's so cool. I wish I could talk to him more often.
Marciano and I are having problems. It all comes down to lack of communication. He doesn't tell me what's going on, he doesn't take heed of my ideas, and he's always speaking Tagalog. I've countered by not speaking at all unless I'm spoken to.
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