Leaving Iquitos....

So saying farewell to Iquitos was a lot harder than I thought it would be. Tuesday afternoon we spent some time with my converts and some of the members and that night the ward threw me a going away party. Everyone was there and everyone was crying and I was thinking "What the heck, I´m not dead yet". But they all gave me my fare share of goodies, treats, and little souvenirs. It was tough telling them goodbye but thats the way the misión goes. I remember what Flint Jacobson told me during my misión interview with him, he told me "Just about when you get use to an area, you get transferred. That’s the way it is". Boy he was right. But the next morning in the Airport The Cubas Rios Family came to bid me farewell, along with all of their kids. So many great people I left back in Iquitos, its as if I left a part of my family back there.