First Christmas without the family, and first birthday on the mission. I tried not to tell anyone, but people seemed to find out anyway. We had lunch with la familia Pavez and they had a cake for me, which Hermana Iroz happily smashed my face into. Don't worry, it's a tradition. Our ward also had an end of the year party that night, and I ended up being sung too. It was a good birthday, accompanied by sushi which Hermana Iroz bought for me since I couldn't be eating Habachi with my family.
Many things... so little time. I'll write more next week. I promise!