Visa

Hola family!
Sorry I didn't write much last week, due to the cyber (computer place) closing unexpectedly. I didn't have much more time to write.
This week we didn't have a lot of time to work, due to the fact that we had zone conference Wednesday and I had to do my visa on Thursday, and most people want to meet with us during the week. Zone conference was great! I loved everything we learned and got to listen to. Doing my visa was...good. It's like the DMV on steroids. We had to go to three different places to get three different things. First the immigration office, then we had to walk 15 minutes to the police department, and then a 50 minute walk to Registro Civil. The immigration office was fine. We had to wait four hours in the police department which seemed like it had all of Santiago there, there being very little seats and even more people standing, including all the missionaries. But we got to contact and talk to people and missionaries from the other three missions in Santiago! Registro Civil closed at two, and to get there before it closed, my companion and I had to get a taxi, which was a miracle because hte doors closed right after we got there. A lot of missionaries have to do their visa work in two days. I was lucky to get it done in one.
Besides that we have been able to see small miracles in Santiago. One of them happened when we went to try and visit an old investigator. We usually pass by buildings and try to see if the person is there or we call them. In this case, we went and saw the conserje and asked if Enzo was there. When he said no, we turned and started walking out the door. We opened the agate to let some people through, and my companion said hi to the second, an older lady with her dog. She hugged my companion, kissed her, and started saying, "It's been so long!" like they were long-lost friends. My companion hugged her, of course, and asked if she had seen missionaries before. The women, taken aback and offended, said touching my companion's placa, "No, I was confused!" and walked into the building. But she gave us enough time for Enzo to call the conserje and tell us to wait. So we waited for him to come down and meet us. So I am pretty sure God influenced the woman to hug my companion so we could meet Enzo.
Another miracle is we happened to be walking in the street and we said hello to a man who came up to us. When we told him we were missionaries, he told us that he had a son who was LDS. He also told us that when we were walking towards him, he had the feeling we were from his son's curch and that he needed to talk to us. And he lives in our ward area! MIRACLE!
Well, I don't have much more time! Have a great day!