As I enter the week of 'lasts', I savor each tiny moment, smell, sound, feeling, and view; placing them securly in my memory to last for a life time. The small girls playing in front of their home, but randomly running out to hug my companion and I as we pass by. The smell of fresh fruit and vegetables as we walk pass an open market while picking up investigators on a Sunday morning. The lively forró playing loudly from the back of a car parked in the street. The love that sweeps over me as I stare out at all the members of the Bessa ward as I direct the music on Sunday. And, the sun setting behind a scene of magestic palm trees and a row of red tiled homes, lining a cobble stone street where a man returning home from work passes by on his bicycle. All these memories, and many many more, have been engraved upon my heart and will stay with me for eternity.