The two old geezers

It's been a minute since I last wrote, so I'll fill you in on what's happened. This last week were transfers. I got transferred from my area, San Cristóbal. I was there for 6 months and I really liked it there. My new area is called La Aurora, it's in the zone of Cuautitlan Izcalli, which is the zone where the Mission Offices are. It's the zone I least know, and I'd never had an area in it until now. My comps names Elder Payan a new missionary from Chihuahua and Elder Winegar. I've literally known Elder Winegar since the very beginning of my mission. He was in my district and when we first met, we knew nothing about nothing, and now we're among the oldest missionaries. He's going home and the end of the transfer and I'm going home at the end of the next one (hence the title). Also, being in a trio is very interesting. It felt a little weird to adjust, but being the only trio in the mission means that if there are emergency transfers in the mission, we'd be the affected area...which is exactly what happened. On Wednesday we received a message from President saying an elder in the mission was going home and that my companion I only ended up knowing for like 3 days was going to another area. The trio was very short lived and now me and Elder Winegar are companions, and it makes us literally the oldest companionship in the mission (with combined time, of course). Every time I say it, it doesn't make since to my mind. It's crazy to think that the times almost up. Also in some aspects I still feel new, but I'm not. It's crazy to think about. 

Anyway, some other notes from the week. I actually returned to visit my old, area San Cristobal twice this week. It's not all that close, but it's because a couple weeks back my right eye (or the skin right above my eye, rather) got super swollen and infected. We're honestly not 100 percent sure of as to why it happened but basically the skin above my eye (basically the small part between the eyebrow and eyelid) was became so large that in a resting position I could barely open my eye. I started wearing sunglasses everywhere, cause I noticed that in public everyone I passed would look at my eye. I finally went to the eye doctor in San Cristobal, and they drained it. This week was my follow up appointment. We were there for a while, but we got to know the doctors who were there, and we were able to give a Book of Mormon to the doctor who attended my eye. They also checked the vision in my right eye. The eye that I've always seen very blurry out of. The said they want to try to fix it and they gave me an exercise to do. For one hour a day, cover up my good eye  and  practice doing things using only my right eye. Im actually writing this part of the letter using a plastic eyepatch on my left eye so bear with me if there are many typos. 

Anyway enough about my eye. This week I was getting to know the area and the people. There was this one girl named Aranza who got baptized on Friday and I really only taught her like 2 or 3 times. Elder Payan came back to the area to do the baptism.

On Saturday I was able to go to San Cristobal again. Our friend Jorge from that, area was going to get baptized and he asked if I could do it, so president gave us permission to go to the baptism. It was a really cool experience to be able to baptize him. After being baptized, they close the font doors but Jorge stayed in the water and started praying out loud. It was a really cool experience and I'm glad to have been a part of it. 

Very early on Sunday morning, I woke up quite sick. Being sick on the mission is among one of the worst things that can happen while being a missionary in my opinion. I spent nearly half of sacrament meeting vomiting in the bathroom (although the parts I did hear of sacrament meeting were really good) after church we ate with members and had a really long, but good lesson with some investigators named Lourdes and Hugo (I think). Anyways, I'm really sorry for that jumble of a letter, next time I should have more to write. Bye!!