Change na naman!

Dear Family,
Earlier today, I cooked adobo almost all by myself, and I must have passed the final test and learned all I need to here, because earlier we recieved the news that I will be transferred. Next week by this time I'll be in my second area.
It's going to be SO HARD to leave Capas. It's going to hurt my heart.
We taught the Zamora's every night this week, so as we waited at the Church Sunday morning, we were startled to see Brother Zamora coming alone down the street. NO! There goes the Baptismal Date! As it turns out, the Born Again pastor and her neighbors showed up early to pick her up for their church, and shy Nanay didn't turn them down. NO! The good news -- Sister is becoming great friends with one of the members that accompanies us sometimes, the member (Sister Bosotros) comes from the same religion, and had the same tough time from her friends and family when she joined the church. She shared a great story about what she did when the social trials got tough, and we hope and pray that this week, Sister Zamora will pick up the strength to stand up and head to the true church. (And of course, we plan to pick them up REALLY early) (NO! I won't be here) Napakalungkot iyen. : (
This thursday I'll have an hour or two at the SM Mall in Clark, and I'll look for a camera cord and card (one is full, and when I tried the other one, it said there was a format error!) It should be pretty cheap, and I'm almost positive I'll find them.

The cucumber boat story sounds great! This week, we waded down a street for 100 meters in shin-deep water where rapids were forming over speed bumps, it was really flowing! Kids were sending down styrofoam boats, it was quite a sight.
The first time I heard people here pray for the rain to stop, I was almost offended -- What? Ya' can't do that! Don't you know people are praying for rain in Utah? Come on now, rain is a blessing.
Since then, I've found myself slipping once or twice and pleading for a break in the clouds. Rain means instant floods, it's really a wall of water.
In the morning I wake up to sounds of people in the street vending, hawking their wares as they walk down the street, or bike. There's one guy in particular, selling this sweet drink I haven't tried. To me it sounds like "A-wort, a-wort, a-wort, a-whooo" On sunday someone at the Catholic church down the street is singing a hymn, and it's amplified so everyone around can hear it. By the way, I arrived in the middle of Holy Week, and that was . . . crazy. I'll write about that sometime.
Love ya' fam! There's a lot going on in my mind right now -- I don't know what this change is going to be like! Capas is all I've ever known!
Until next week,
Elder Loren Peck