It's a sad thing to see your friends leaving the mission field, which is such a weird thing... I thought it would be much easier to come home than to leave it. The other day I was talking with my companion and I said, "You know, one of the biggest regrets of my mission is not keeping in contact with people as well as I should have..." And then I thought for a second, and I said, "But I suppose I can change that..." So I went to my journal and I called and called and called people from past areas. People from Kisumu, a few more from Zimmerman, and not them alone, but people going back even to my bush days in Chyulu. It was sweet. I talked for so long with some of them, and to be honest it was just about as good as calling home. The mission field is an amazing place. You make eternal friendships. I am grateful for that.
This coming week we will be traveling to Nairobi for yet another MLC, and all I can say is that I feel like I'm running out of time. I don't want to waste any of it! I'll report on how things go over there this week! But, till then, just know that I love you all, and I hope you have a great week!
Elder Fraga
"Don't cry for me, Argentina" :,(
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