Dark Green Water from the Faucet...Welcome to Parral

We haven't received a letter from Drew the past two weeks.  He arrived in Parral and is getting accustomed to the new culture, food, and language.  He is only able to write and talk to us while he's at an internet cafe.  So far he has struggled to get the connection to work, so our chats with him have been static-laced.  Sometimes we can see him but can't hear him.  Other times we can't see him or hear him but he can instant message us while we talk to him.
In the time that he has at the internet cafe, he hasn't quite mastered tackling technology issues and juggling getting a letter written. We are also still figuring out how to get access to his pictures.  This week he sent us over 20 but when we tried to open them it said we need to request access.  Ah, the joys of technology.  So I thought I'd give an update on what we've been able to glean from our conversations.
Drew is on the southern tip of his mission.  He is in Parral, on the southern border of Chihuahua.  It is a city with 130,000 people.  He says the weather is HOT and the food has been good.  The main meal of the day is at 2:00.  He eats with church members each day for that meal.  The food is good, lots of meat, beans, rice, and tortillas.  But not as much meat as Drew is used to.:)
He makes his own breakfast and dinner with lots of egg a, yogurt, oatmeal and chicken.
His companion doesn't speak any English.  He is from Bolivia and has been serving for 11 months.  Drew reports that his Spanish is coming quickly.  He does a lot of listening right now, but is understanding more and more.
He is living in a fairly large home with just his companion.  It hasn't been lived in for four or five years.  When they turned on the faucet, imagine Drew's surprise when dark green water came out! He had no idea what to do and he couldn't communicate with his companion very well.  Drew says it was a challenge and time consuming to figure out how to get this corrected. Turns out they use a cistern system, a large tank on the roof where the water is stored.  After that many years of the water just sitting, it was pretty nasty.   They had to turn on all the faucets and let them run overnight to empty the storage tank.  Someone came out to clean the cistern and then they had to pay 100 pesos to get connected to "street water".  And after all that, they still can't drink the water.  But at least they don't have to shower in sludge.  They gave him a filtration water bottle for drinking water.
The house doesn't have any work out equipment.  It doesn't even have door frames, which he would need even if he is able to find a pull up bar.
He is teaching lots of less actives and hearing Spanish rap music in the streets.
He has gone bowling with his district of six elders.  A few of them speak English which is a nice respite.  He sees sports courts around town, like cement basketball courts that also have net-free soccer goals.  He does see a few soccer fields.