Wow, talk about relief! Today a teammate and I walked into immigration and picked up the precious little piece of laminated plastic that allows us to stay as missionaries in this country for two years. After hours of paperwork and waiting, parting with many pesos, and an intense fingerprinting session I am allowed to stay here. It was sure an adventure! In the process we had and interesting conversation with an immigration officer about fugitive capture and german food, sat squished on a tiny bench for several hours, scared our director’s husband by calling him on his cell phone (“no we are not in trouble, you just need to sign this paper”), and found out that the clocks in immigration are always set one half hour earlier (umm?!?). Of course, the little plastic blessing is also fantastic way for the government here to get us to pay more “oh, you want to leave the country? That’ll cost you a bunch of extra pesos ma’am”. With all of its strange nuances, it has been an experience, but one I am sure I will be re-experiencing numerous times over the next several years. I guess I will just start practicing my patience now, toning up my writing hand, and getting used to paying nonsensical government fees!