Transfers are weird. For those of you who aren´t familiar with missionary life, transfers happen every 6 weeks. They hit you with a phone call and tell you if you are staying or going. This time around it is my companion who is going. I'm still not super familiar with the area, as it is huge and unorganized (evidence below). My map will be my best friend for the next few weeks. On top of that I got called to train... ahhhh I'm gonna die. just kidding! :) It will be an adventure! Here´s to hoping she has a better sense of direction than I do! I will meet my filhinha tomorrow!
Transfers are a blessing, however, because it is always what you need. A new start every month and a half.