So'o kavaju
I kind of hate to say this, but there were many times in my nearly 6 months where I thought I would leave Ayolas crying tears of joy. But I was actually really sad to leave. My last day in Ayolas I visited all of the members and a lot of the people I met with. I haven't said goodbye to anyone in a really long time and I realized how horrible I am at goodbyes. I'm too quiet. I sort of just expect it to happen. But I'm the one that actually has to do the whole "yeah until we meet again rigmarole." It never really hits me that I'm leaving until I'm actually gone. I left Ayolas at the same time as two other elders left the district as well. One of them I've gotten to know really well. We came into our areas together when he was a new missionary. It was definitely the end of an era. You could just feel it. We ate one last time at the gran comedor. I got a milanesa de pollo and loaded it with some chik-fil-a sauce this one elder's mom sent. It literally...