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I´m writing this email in a gas station so that´s cool. I´m definitely not in a little town anymore. Rosario is big and bad and honestly pretty dope. I love living here. We have a shopping mall close to our house and I about died walking in because it seemed so foreign to have a place selling clothes right next to one selling food.
It´s been hard having this "whitewash". Neither of us ever know where we are and the old missionaries didn´t leave us ANYTHING TO WORK WITH. It´s the worst but lots of fun too. We do lots of contacting and walking and sweating.
Speaking of sweating, I had a night this week where I literally woke up over 5 times from the sensation of sweat falling off my face. So maybe you understand a little better just how hot it is here.
We had one day this week where we arrived at the pension at 8:45 but I didn´t want to go back until 9 like our rules state so we decided to contact the streets around us and found our only investigator that we have now. He already had a Book of Mormon and has read it completely. The only problem is we actually aren´t sure if he lives in our area cuz we don´t even have a map of where our area covers.
Life is good people. God is good and loves us each so much.
Con demasiado amor
Elder Nixon
| 
One of the pics is me and my first ward mission leader and the 
other is me and Elder Cabrera on the roof of our apartment complex after a rainy 
day of contacting! | 
