Oh Come, Let Us Adore Him

'Joy to the world, the Lord is come! Let earth receive her king!' You'd think, after singing the same song over 15 or so times in one evening, you'd get tired of it. 'Silent night, holy night..holy infant so tender and mild, sleep in heavenly peace.' You'd get tired of the tune, stop thinking about the meaning of the words. 'To us a child of hope is born, to us a some is given.' Your thoughts would turn to other things, and your voice would grow quieter and less enthusiastic. 'Angels from the realms of glory wing your flight o'er all the earth..come and worship, worship Christ the newborn king.' Again. And again. And again. 'We wish you a Christmas blessing, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year.. and a good night to you all!' And you can finally run back and jump into a nice warm truck. But for some reason, that doesn't happen to me. Sure I don't always think of the words and sing solely from memory, or I cut up a few times. But I don't get tired of the songs. Maybe it's the smiles on people's faces as they open the door and invite you inside, not caring about the condition we'll leave the floor in. Maybe it's the joy in their voices as they open their mouths and sing along. Maybe it's the clear night with pinpricks of stars that makes it easy to imagine angels coming from those realms of glory. I don't know how to end this post and I don't want to take the time now to think too long on it. So maybe I'll leave it as it is and let you take it from here and see where it leads you.

When There Is No Color

'It's dark out here. There are no colors.' 

 I quoted these words (said by Kiddo when we went outside one evening not that long ago.) to my sister, who said 'I love that! You should write a blog post about it!' And I told her I didn't blog anymore and I've thought of it off and on since then. And now, when Kiddo isn't here, seems like a good time to post again, about him. 

I had never thought of darkness as no colors. Now that he enlightened me, I can totally see what Kiddo meant. Darkness has its own kind of beautiful, and I love it, but there's something about color that makes a person feel, makes a person think, makes a person dream. I guess that's why our daytime world is full of color. 

 He's definitely not dark. He's full color. He glows red when something goes wrong or when someone doesn't do something his way, when he's on time out chair. And it's bright red. But soon he's a different color. Blue when giving hugs and saying hi to everybody we meet on walks or in the store, yellow when he's playing (somewhat) happily with his little plastic shop or his diggers and bulldozers, or green when he's begging for the same books over and over again, or pushing a chair to the counter so he can very enthusiasticly help make cookies or whatever it is I'm making. My favorite is when I leave for work and he runs to the door and we go thru the round of kiss/highfive/fistbump/loveyou and sometimes some of them twice, because we forget if we've done them already or we don't want to let go or leave. That doesn't have just one color. He's all the colors. 

 You are my colors Kiddo. I wish you were here tonight to make my world more colorful.

Not My Perspectives

7 year old's perspective  

Her-I hope we're not going to the dead side of Winnipeg.
Me-Why do you call it dead?
Her-The houses are all wrecked, the trees look like someone beat them up, and the sun doesn't shine there, at least not sometimes. I think it's called the North side.

70 year old's perspective

"We can go to North Main in Winnipeg and see some of the misery, the people living in misery, those peoples' souls are worth no less than yours or mine."

A Few Things

I'm not even sure what to say. I feel sort of like I went to sleep for 8 months and just woke up. But unlike most dreams, I remember this one clearly. And somehow I learned a bit of Spanish, have more contacts in my phone who sometimes message me. And I have the memories.

The other day I asked the little 3 year old who I was because at first he kept mixing me up with the other sisters. 'Tu' he said and I was a little shocked and I wondered who had been teaching him Spanish. But then I caught on that he wasn't saying 'Tu' (you) but instead was trying to tell me I was 2 years old. 

 

Another thing. For some reason, Blogger is ending its email notification system in July. From now on, you won't get emails whenever I post, you'll have to open the blog to see if I've posted anything. I don't advise you to check very often because you'll most likely be disappointed.

Treinta y uno, y treinta y dos

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I could send you just that first page and you’d know how my last few days went. We didn’t have Bible Study on Saturday or church on Sunday due to Covid and also it was raining on Sunday. I did a bunch of sewing. And we were mostly home and alone.  
 
Well, on  
Monday, June 7
I messaged Sara yesterday that I was bored. ‘I’m coming over tomorrow she said.’ And she did. She showed up on her moto and brought excitement to the whole house I think. First off she and I went off to Manchester and I had another lesson in moto driving. Neither of us were very enthused about me driving home tho. Maybe next time. Back at home we spiced up our Nervioso game (a type of super fast Uno) by alternating Spanish and English numbers, and even playing one time in Guarani. She obviously won that round. She didn’t stay very long but she sure was a breath of fresh air.  
 
Wednesday, June 9 and Thursday, June 10
On Wednesday after language study we drove into Asuncion to do work on some paper work needed for residence papers for the Giesbrecht family. The children and I spent 3 or 4 hours in the van in a parking garage Thursday morning. We tried to use the empty parking spots beside us as space for exercise but the spots were never empty for very long. I later found out that there might have been a playground down the street we could have gone to but we didn’t actually get to terribly bored in the van. We spent more of the rest of the day in the van and got home in the evening.
 
Friday, June 11
I started painting my room! I covered up the wonderful pink, purple and lime green chevron with some beautiful greens. The children helped me with some of it and none of us got any where it shouldn’t be. Well actually I did drip some on the living room table that I was using as a stool..
 
Saturday, June 12 and Sunday, June 13
We had a mostly normal weekend. Cleaned up church Saturday morning, had church Sunday morning but it’s too cold so we did not drink terere after. The only difference was that we did not have an interpreter come from Campo 9 this weekend. We did it by ourselves.
 
Monday, June 14
Juan has been having issues with his family wanting his land but not wanting him. Karlins came in the afternoon to help figure stuff out. I finished painting my room!  
 
Tuesday
The neighbor lady, Emilia, came over with her 1 year old and 7 year old. After they left I walked over to visit with Blanca Nieve for awhile. And of course we got talking about who all could join our church and stuff like that. She was surprised that if her daughter would move to Canada and join our church she could marry anyone, not just a Paraguayo.
And then we went to Julian’s for supper and sang a bunch and talked and ate good food and had a good time and some of them were concerned because I was quiet because I was thinking about the fact that this would be my last time being with them.
 
Wednesday  
Felicity and Thais and Christian and Perla came for Bible Study.
 
Thursday, June 17
Sara showed up this morning to spend the morning with me! That was a lot of fun.
We drove into Guayayvi over lunch so I could get a covid test. The office was closed for lunch but the neighbor called them and soon the lady arrived and came to the vehicle to talk to me and said she could only do it with me in the vehicle so I pulled up to the door (the rest were out shopping except for Evan who was asleep in his carseat) and she went and got her covid testing suit on and I almost didn’t recognize her because she was covered from head to toe in her white suit. She proceeded to take my information and almost didn’t like the fact that I was travelling and only wanted an antigen test.  
We weren’t even home before she had sent me my negative test results. Apparently I had a gender change somewhere along the line but she got that corrected. And due to the fact that she sent my results via WhatsApp, I now get her status updates.
Blanca Nieve came over this evening to show us how to make mbeju. Don’t ask me how to describe mbeju. It’s a very crumbly dry dough (mostly corn flour and mandioca flour) that you press into a pan and fry. It’s very delicious. Especially when eaten with cocido, a hot drink made by burning sugar and yerba and adding water and milk. Blanca Nieve made it with hot charcoal, making the sugar coated charcoal pieces burst into flames in her dish.  
Two of the Florido youth girls and one of their little brothers were in a moto and bike vs car crash tonight on the way to youth. The car drove away as everybody was helping the other 3. They all went to the hospital but I think only one of them stayed the night. She’s got scratches and stitches and needs surgery on her foot. But at least it wasn’t worse.  
 
 
 
And that brings us to Friday.  
The second last day. Not the second-last but the second last as in the second time I’ve had a last day here. It was a grey day again,  but this time it really did drizzle. Sara came over again but she stayed longer this time as we only left in the afternoon. She helped me do a bit of packing and watching the kids and I braided her hair into the French braids she claims she’s always wanted but eventually she had to leave. Which of course was hard.
And then we had to leave too. And I silently said goodbye to everything and everyone again. I kept swiveling my head as we drove thru town, trying to catch one last glimpse of everything and imprint it firmly on my mind: Nardy, Julian’s fruit stand, the road to church, Ña Felicita’s compound. And then we were out of town and eventually arrived in Asuncion and met Karlins for supper and then all piled into the van to make the fateful drive to the airport.  
 
That was yesterday. Today is Saturday, June 19. Our first flight left just after midnight last night, and now we are on our 3rd and last flight. I won’t bore you with details like remembering things like automatically flushing toilets and a glimpse of a parking lot full of vehicles that seem twice the size of those in Paraguay, or things like Starbucks drinks in fridges and self checkout and everybody talking English. We made all our flights, the first landing was rather rough but the others were fine. We watched a movie called ‘Sunrise from an Airplane Window’ except it wasn’t a movie. It was more fascinating. It was quite a cloudy day so the seatbelts signs were on quite a bit and we were jounced around some.  
And then we landed in Kansas City and started to try to remember how to live in North America.
 
And that’s the end of the tale of Adorae's life in Paraguay
 
 
 

Veintinueve y Treinta

 Sunday, May 23 

Church. No terere after (its too cold). Lunch. After lunch most of us headed to nearby Manchester (a big soccer field with a sand court for volley) for a bit of a celebration that school is over. We played some soccer while the younger kids played on the big letters that spell out the name of the park. Later, we cancelled our plans of going on a drive and still later Derek and Leah and I cleared a spot in the quincho and did our year end program. The children performed beautifully. Thanks to my sister, we had the perfect skit to do; it gave us a life lesson while being funny, and it wasn’t too long. A woman was looking for a whale for her aquatic show. A Blue Whale was telling the woman about himself when a Killer Whale came up and started boasting about himself. While bragging that he could perform tricks, the Killer Whale convinced the woman that she was better for her show than the Blue Whale was. The scene ended with the woman throwing a net over the Killer Whale and the narrator concluded with the morals of: 

1. Mind your own business, and 

2. Sometimes we can win an argument but still be the loser.  

 

Monday, May 24 

After breakfast, we all headed for Santani which is about a 40 minute drive. The Giesbrechts needed written medical assurance of being healthy so they can apply for their cedulas (resident cards.) Shayla, Judd, Gabe and I walked thru the market and spent some time at a park, blowing bubbles, people watching and eating crackers. I don’t remember much of what happened after we ate lunch and went home. Actually I think Blanca Nieve (our neighbor) brought her daughter and her friend over to chat for awhile.  

 

 Wednesday, May 26 

Bible Study at Felicita’s for the first time in a long time. Afterwards hugs were given out and I even stepped into Gloria’s hair salon and pulled her away from a customer to give her a hug.   

 

Thursday, May 27 

Sara and Blanca Nieve came and we had so much fun.  I wish I could leave today at that but I think I should write more about it.  

I don’t remember what I did all day. Blanca Nieve (neighbor) came over in the late afternoon and shortly after, Sara came. We sat and talked and played Uno and ate pizza and eventually Sara suggested we walk to the cruce for supper. So we walked down there and Sara bought the 3 of us supper at San Pedro. Blanca Nieve went home after that and Sara and I picked up her moto and went for a ride to her house. It’s not very often that the town of Barrio San Pedro sees a head covering flapping out behind a moto.. It was a lovely evening despite the fact that I knew if have to say goodbye to them very soon.   

 

Friday, May 28 

The gentle rain on the roof defied the forecast and belied my mood. I was rather hoping for a sunny day as I rather like rainy days. They make me feel happy and today is not a happy day. 

 I don’t want to write about today. Sara came over quickly before we left this morning. It took a few hugs and many tears but eventually I got into the van and we drove off. Sara kept pace with us for a bit on her moto. A wave from Julian’s fruit stand meant that they had been watching the road for our big, unmistakable van and were waving one last time, though they couldn’t see me thru the super dark tinted windows. After we were passed I lifted my had in a feeble reply even though I knew they couldn’t see me through the super dark tinted windows. Houses and stores seemed to fly by the window and soon we passed Julian’s place at the very edge of town and that was my final farewell.  The tears that regularly forming in my eyes made up for the rain that never landed on the van windows as I hoped it would.  

Now for the parts of the day that weren’t so sad. We stopped at a fabric store and just before we were ready to pay, the power went out. Now, in this store, the stretch fabric (which of course we had been looking at) is measured and sold by weight, and now their scale was rendered unusable as it was powered by a long cord that plugged into the wall. Oh, they were sure the power would go on soon, but we knew they had lunch hour in a few minutes and we didn’t want to stick around much longer so we picked out the 2 pieces we really wanted and I offered them GS 40,000. They consulted among themselves for a minute then the guy I had asked dashed out the door with my fabric, calling over his shoulder that he’d be back soon. He came back with a battery operated scale by the which all of our fabric could be weighed and bought. (I was a bit impressed by my guessing skills, my original guess of GS 40,000 for the 2 pieces was only out by GS 4,000! All that estimating back in Grade 2 must have been worth something!) After our fabric fiasco, we went to the food court for lunch where we all ordered from the delicious Bellini pasta place. If you ever have a chance to try them out, go for the gnocchi with a pesto/cream sauce mixed. 

Our goal of the day was Campo 9 and we easily made it by early afternoon and spent the rest of the day doing an assortment of things.  Actually it’s 1901 right now and there’s a young Mennonite couple drinking terere with the adults (I’m obviously not one. I’m swinging in the hammock, not sitting and drinking terere) and after they leave we’ll find something for supper. Maybe a churrasqueria.   

 

Saturday, May 29 

We spent most of the day driving around and stopping at a few stores and eating ice cream from Lactolanda one last time. Ok, not most of the day. And not one last time for most of us. Just me. 

The youth had planned volley and supper at church for me. Which was to start around 1700. Most of the girls were either working on supper in the teacherage or at Abe’s place and I didn’t have anything to do. So when Andreas arrived around 1737 we started practicing our volley skills and piki tricks together. Eventually everyone else showed up and the lights were turned on and the net set up and we played volley for awhile. Soon the supper dishes were laid out at two tables set up just outside the teacherage door and an explanation was given as the tables was obviously not set normally! Turns out we are having a utensil supper. Everyone pulled a number and found the matching spot at the table and started exclaiming over their utensils. Thanks to the next door neighbor boys and their company (David and Lynora were at Abe’s for supper) the lights went out in the middle of the meal and everything went black just long enough for us to all fall silent before they suddenly blinked back on. After supper (tallarin with bow tie noodles, cabbage salad), it was decided that everyone had to wash their own set of dishes so a mad scramble was made to line up at the kitchen sink. A few of the guys thought they’d be smart and go wash theirs without soap at the tap by church. Some of them repented afterwards and rewashed them properly but the 2 who didn’t were refused dessert (fresh cinnamon rolls!) later. We played ball til almost 2200 and by the time I arrived back home, most of the household was in bed.  

 

Sunday, May 30

 Church. Afterwards there were hugs and handshakes all around and then we went home while the others might have gone for terere yet. We packed up and ate a quick lunch and then as we were getting into our vehicles we found out that the key for one of them was already on its way to Asuncion. Jeff and Sharon had been driving the vehicle (which was a rental) but Abe’s had already picked them up to take them in to Asuncion and the key had been forgotten in a pocket. So the men hopped into the van to go meet the Jeff’s and Abe’s, and us ladies relaxed in the sun for an hour or so. Most of the rest of the day was spent in driving. There was a lot of traffic but when we got closer to Asuncion there were police directing traffic at the stoplights (which were consequently being ignored) and doing things like Chinese fire drills and seeing things like gorgeous lapacho trees (look them up) made it not too too terribly long. For those of us who aren’t kids. Or maybe just me.  

 

Monday, May 31

 Karlin and David went to work with documents in the morning. Just before lunch they picked us up and we went to get Covid tests done on Karlin and Shayla and Judd and me. After lunch we returned to our hotel and our respective rooms to rest and get ready for our late night flight. Not too long after we got back I got a message from Shayla that her and I had tested positive. I won’t bore you with the details but we ended up going to another lab hoping to get different results. They subjected us to an even worse test than at the first place, almost reaching your throat thru your nose. By that time Judd’s test from the first place had come back negative but Karlin’s was positive so we weren’t super hopeful. So we waited around and went on a walk by the river to help us wait more patiently and ended up renting some 5 person bikes,  and buying cokes and super panchos (hot dogs) and eating them right along the river walk. 

 The second tests came back positive.  

Most of us called it a day and went to bed. Someone took Jeff and Sharon to the airport before midnight. They had Covid awhile ago and tested negative now so they left without us.    

 

Tuesday, June 1 

Some of us waited in line at the lab again to get another Covid test. The first 2 were rapid (antigen) tests and this one was a PCR test that can be used in our favor later, if it’s positive. Which is about 100% probable.  We made our separate ways back to our respective houses to figure out what happens next.  By today, some of us have been feeling a little bit sick, but not too bad.   

 

Wednesday, June 2 – Saturday, June 5

 Today is Saturday. I’m feeling quite much back to normal today. The last few days I’ve felt very energyless. The children haven’t been affected and are bouncing around like normal but the adults of the household have had different spells of fever and no energy. Sounds like we’re on the mend tho, and hope to try flying again soon.   

Yesterday, to get out of the house, we looked up directions to Laguna Blanca, a lake about 1.5 hours from here and headed off to spend the afternoon. It was a beautiful beach with a few man made islands and we had it all. To. Ourselves. Besides an owl, a cat and, later, a couple strolling well out of coughing distance. I spent a lovely hour on the sand with my book and an occasional glance from the owl and then we watched the sun sink behind the trees before we left. And then on the way home I got to watch the rest of the sunset.  

You Can Do This

'You can do this' I whisper to myself as a bag is put into my hands by two wrinkled, old lady hands. 'For you to remember me by' she says. Words form in my mind. I want to say 'Muchisimo gracias, Señora. Nunca te voy a olvidar. Siempre vas a quedar en mi memoria.' But I can't. I can't even mutter a simple 'Gracias.' Tears well up in my eyes and I give her a hug and we walk into church together. 

 

'You can do this' I whisper to myself as my friend patiently and excitedly shows me how to drive moto and cheers me on til I get it. As she preaches, exasperated, a sermon at me to take care of my poor phone or my poor self. As she teaches me more Spanish words and how to use them. As she gives a hug and says she'll miss me but she understands that I have to leave. 'Voy a volver,' I want to tell her. 'En un año voy a volver y podemos estar juntos otra vez y no voy a salir otra vez.' Instead, I try to live in the moment and pull out a laugh from somewhere within me.

 

'No quiero irme,' I want to tell this same friend when she comes over and boasts about the cocido I made and how good I was at driving moto. 'Puedo quedarme contigo? Puedo vivir con ustedes?' I want to ask her. Instead I smile sadly at her as she waves me out of the sad trance I was in and say 'Hasta el jueves.'

 

 You can do this.

 

 

Veintisiete y veintiocho

 Saturday, May 8, 2021

 I left you on a cold morning, anticipating a full day of visiting and friends.  We left the house around 1000, stopped to quickly rake the church yard and headed off to meet Abe and Anna at Anna’s parents place about 1.5 hours from here.  I don’t know what to write about other than the fact that I was again impressed how Abe’s kids could easily converse with their Grandparents in Low German, with us in English, with Juan later in Spanish and most of them could understand any Guarani conversation that went on within earshot of them. We ate delicious empanadas for lunch and had fruit salad for dessert. Eventually we exchanged a few riders and headed back to have Bible Study with Juan. Katrina and Peter rode with us and as our vehicle was a bit early, we stopped for ice cream on the way. Once at Juan’s, Peter translated for the first little bit and I felt a bit better because he was a bit cowed by Juan like I feel sometimes or maybe he just had a hard time understanding him.  We ordered pizza for supper and Katrina and Peter and I sang for awhile and then Katrina and I spent part of the evening giggling over random stuff. I hadn’t done that for awhile.  

 

 Sunday 

Church. Terere. Lunch. Katrina and I went to talk to our neighbor Blanca Nieve as she and Katrina had met before and wanted to meet again. So we sat there a bit and she gave us fruit salad and we chatted.  Felicita wasn’t feeling well enough to come to church this morning so after church the parents and maybe even some of the children (I forget) went to see her. The rest of us chilled at home. Peter tried to teach some fútbol (soccer) tricks to Katrina and I and we failed miserably at them. In the end Peter and I played keep away against the younger boys and I don’t think we won.   

 

Monday, May 10 

The cats sure had fun last night.  We had school til lunch and got most of our work done before heading out to meet Karlins in Asuncion. They were having some sort of vehicle trouble so they were going to Asuncion to pick up a rental vehicle, and also some documents. We were going to pick them up at the bus station. Well, we did eventually get there but we were early so we decided to check out a few different places to see if there was something to do. So we turned left. Which was our undoing. Because apparently the light was red (it wasn’t), and there was a policeman (on a moto) who saw us turn and stopped us. From there things went downhill. He wouldn’t slow his speech down so I could hardly understand a word he said, but eventually after sitting half off the road for probably half an hour and after getting Karlin to talk to him we figured out that he wanted to take us to the police station. He wasn’t getting his bribe that he wanted so he was going to follow thru with the ticket he threatened. So off we went to the dingy dump of a police station with pigs wandering thru the back yard which actually was a sort of ditch or swamp or something. Anyways, we sat there for another half hour or so, trying to keep the children’s fears abated and eventually David came out and we were free to leave. The receipt was slightly fishy looking, no amount. Could be they pocketed the money anyways. Eventually we got to the bus station where Karlins were waiting for us, drove across the city to the hotel and did our separate things (swimming, napping, picking up the rental vehicle) and went to one of the grand malls for supper. The best part of the food court was being renovated tho so we went down a few levels and ate outside at Pizza Hut, overlooking a small stream trickling over rocks with pathways and bridges winding around it.   

 

Tuesday

 It was a beautiful, rainy morning. My favorite kind of morning to get up early and read with a blanket wrapped around me. We did a bunch of typical tourist shopping and I spent some more money. We hoped in vain that the leather market would be up and running. (I think it’s down due to Covid?) There were a few stalls set up and the kids and the men played tag while us ladies pretended we might find something yet. Eventually we went to McDonald’s for lunch, where we were each given a piece of paper to dry our hands after washing them at the little sink outside. They were quite rapidly turned into paper airplanes by the only youth aged person in the group. (What can I say. I was at a table with 3 young boys and had to entertain them somehow.) And then we picked up our bags from the hotel and went home.   

 

Wednesday, May 12

 My boast of the day was 3” centipede that didn’t get away on me in the bike shed. Try as he did, he couldn’t find his hole even when I stepped out for a bit. But when I stepped back in after convincing myself that I could be the Victor in this fight he was still crawling around the same few inches of wall so I grabbed the shovel and squished the guts out of him and, while I was at it, squished the cockroach that was in the corner, too. These centipedes are quite the creatures. The next afternoon, over 12 hours later, he was still moving slightly around. Poor guy. 

Leah felt ill all day yesterday, so we had school in the afternoon today so we could all rest up from our week beginning.   

 

Saturday

 Karlins and the teachers (Melanie and Katharine) arrived just as we were finishing up lunch. The parents and the 2 little boys went to Juan’s for Bible Study while the rest of us chilled at home. We went on a longish walk and the Bible Study party surprised us by getting home before us. Perla (an attendee) had been with them and in typical Perla fashion had announced that she had another appointment she had to be at by 1700 so they had to leave. And then they were locked out of the house cuz we had locked up when we left.    

 

Sunday, May 16 

Church. Terere. Lunch. The parents went to Perla’s parents house to pray with her dad who is quite sick. They were not gone very long and after they got back we got out the song books and sang a bunch (Spanish of course.) Jeff and Sharon stopped in later. They’re an older couple from Carrot River who’ve been here for a few months being missionaries to the Mennonites. Karlins and the teachers packed up and left for home but Jeff’s stayed for supper yet before heading out.   

 

Monday 

 On May 17, 2021, the gym behind the Barrio San Pedro Mission house erupted for the first time in a week or so. It started quietly humming around 1320, but after about 2 minutes burst into loud music. The scholars in the school house located right behind the site looked up from their books, commented that they hadn’t heard that for awhile and got back to work. The music pounded on and eventually stopped but no one could recall the exact moment it stopped as it seems to have become normal background noise already. 

We spent the afternoon shopping (fabric store, market and grocery store) in Santani, a city about a 40 minute drive from us. We also did some driving around looking for swimming places.   

 

Tuesday

 Perla messaged me in the afternoon asking if we’d like to come and get some of her fruit that was ripe. So we dropped what we were doing and drove over to her place where she wielded a long stick and jabbed around in the tree, raining grapefruit on the ground. We sat on chairs and she laughingly told us that we were peeling ours wrong before showing us effortlessly exactly how to peel and where to cut so we could efficiently suck the juice out. We took a little walk before going back home so we could be there when Julian arrived.  

Julian arrived around 1730 to start the charcoal and get the meat ready. The rest of the family (except the twins who are at school in Santani) arrived by ones and twos over the next 2 hours. After supper we sang a bunch and all too soon they had to leave cuz some of them had to get up super early for work the next morning.  

Today was also our last day of school for the year! We’ll do our program sometime on the weekend when Karlins are here to listen to it.  

 

 The rest of the week has been rather uneventful if I recall correctly. We got a bit of rain on Friday for the first time in a few weeks. Otherwise the weather had been quite nice with highs of 28°C or 30°C during the day.      

 

Derek and Leah have been doing a sort of scavenger hunt while driving and I thought I’d make up one to add to my letter to give you a bit more of a glimpse at this place.

 

While driving: 

 Red dirt everywhere. If there’s been lots of rain it will wash onto the main road and pile up 

 Hammock strung between two points-trees, posts, trucks 

 Palm trees, banana plants, pineapple plants, lime trees, mandarin trees.. Everything is green

  Colorful wood houses/stores. Lined up along the road with hardly a space between them. 

 Laundry drying on fences 

 Cows, sheep, horses, a few goats dotting the ditches and fields. 

 Trees with the bottoms painted white 

 Stands selling asaditos or haburguesas set up along the ruta (main road) in town

  Overgrown starting stalls of horse race tracks

  Motos. Many many motos. Parked at a house. Driving on the shoulder or passing between vehicles.

  Someone selling towels and blankets beside the road.

  A trench between two tracks to get your vehicle washed at.

  Groups of people sitting in the best shade they can find, drinking terere 

 Veinte Mil stores ($4.00 stores. Except most of their items cost more.)

  A Pepsi banner wrapped around two sticks stuck into the ground. 

 Numerous Scania trucks. Driving, pulled onto the shoulder by a police stop, parked helter skelter in front of houses or businesses. 

 Tires made into planters, some cut into chicken shapes and painted colorfully 

 The inevitable Guarani named towns that are spelled differently then they are pronounced 

 Fruit stands made out of crates  

 Skinny driveways leading to a dwelling place tucked behind a store  

 

At Home: 

 5 or 10 different roosters competing from near and far 

 Someone, somewhere, clapping at a gate, letting the residents there know that they’ve come to buy or sell or chat 

 A vehicle that was going too fast screeching to slow down for the 2 big speed bumps in front of our place 

 Trucks. Galore. Sometimes lined up on either side of the road leaving only one lane open while they wait for their tires to be fixed or who knows what. Sometimes turning their long bodies expertly around on the road that joins the first at a T between the 2 speedbumps.

  Neighbors saying ‘Adios’ as they go by. 

 The steady sounds of someone working out at the gym behind the school room.

  Cats fighting. Right outside my window. On our yard. (At night usually. If they dare to come during the day we have some fun scaring them with limes and shoes. I usually like cats but when stray ones come on our yard while we’re eating supper right there I feel like the deserve being chased. I just had to justify myself.) We do have 1 cat. 

 Well I sorta petered out at the last there and didn’t give many details for at home. But now I better get on with life and make breadsticks for lunch and maybe send this. Or maybe I’ll wait to see of anything interesting happens yet this afternoon other than Karlins coming.  

Turns out that I was smart to wait except for the fact that now it’s after 2100 and I want to sleep not write more and send this. I guess I better get started. Sara and her brother Jedi both had statuses today that they had a service at their church tonight. So we decided to go. I think Jedi had arraigned it and he was leading the meeting. We got there a little early but it turned out that we were the only people who showed up. So we sat down and sang a few songs and drank some coffee, Jedi had a talk and then we sang another song. He accompanied us with his guitar on the last song and then after a prayer, when most of the grownups were outside he started playing and singing some English hymns with Sara. And then Sara showed me how to hold it and how to move your hands but she said she didn’t know how to play. And then we went home and ate pizza for supper. 

I think I could have made that last paragraph more interesting if I would have waited til another day to write it but I had the deadline of 2359 Saturday, May 22, 2021 so I couldn’t wait. 

Veinticinco y veintiséis

 I can’t remember much of what happened the week of April 25 to April 30. It was super cold a few days (the low this week was 11. Quit laughing.) so most days started and ended with sweaters and socks and blankets. We didn’t leave the yard much due to English and Spanish school. I/we/some of us took a few walks for food and to get rid of energy and to see different scenery.  

 

Saturday, May 1, 2021 

Karlins arrived just before we left for Bible Study with Juan. Jonathan (one of the neighbor boys) was here playing just before we left and wanted to go along. The vehicle was too full tho. Afterwards we went to a new place in town for supper. It’s called La Meka. They serve what is said to be a middle eastern type of sandwich and Perla told us later that it’s named after the city Mecca, Saudi Arabia. Slightly interesting fact for me. This place moved here from a different town and the kids got to play on the same bouncy castle they played on not long ago at the old place. Although it must have been patched or something because it wasn’t flopping over quite as much as last time. Probably by far the most interesting thing that happened while we were there was the crunching and ripping sound the truck that was there made as it started leaving. That noise must not be in my brain range (mines more the hum of a sewing machine) but obviously was in some because suddenly a few people jumped up from our table with the cry of ‘That’s our van!’ Indeed it was. Eventually the driver of the truck must have realized something wasn’t sounding right and stopped, but not before one taillight of the van had been ripped out. The men went to talk to him and some of us calmly kept eating while they talked to the driver and tried to figure out what to do. They came back saying alcohol was detected on the drivers breath and that explained some of the factors, such as why he didn’t stop as soon as he heard the thwap thwap thwap. I felt slightly sorry for him tho. Maybe his brain range was also sewing machines, not lights ripping out of vehicles.  

 

Sunday, May 2 

We went to visit a Mennonite couple this afternoon. They’ve been friends with the missionaries for quite a few years, maybe because they speak English. I had been there with Eric’s a few times so I knew them and their place. Their youngest child showed up with his family of 3 little boys (including a super tiny one!) The grownups sat and talked and the children played on their cool bicycle/huge tricycle sort of thing. And of course she fed us cookies and kringel. We drove around to see a bit more of the colony and then stopped for pizza on the way home.        

 

Monday, May 3 

The school board (Karlins) and the children’s’ parents came for devotions this morning. And brought all their kids so we had a grand time singing. I had some songs picked that I sung in school back in the good old days and our small classroom fairly rang with our rendition of My Grandpa Had a Pickup, Kookaburra, This Land Is Your Land and many others. We sang a good half hour before we picked up our math books and the school board and parents and under aged kids climbed into the van and went to do some tract work and shopping and sightseeing. Our day was slightly messed up due to starting late and singing longer than usual and we had a bit of lunch at the end of our recess before finishing up work into the afternoon. The family came home around 1500 and soon after that Karlins left for home and a swarm of neighbor kids came to play. 

 

 Wednesday, May 5 

I’m skipping lots of days because we’ve been kind of laying low and not doing much other then recuperating from classes and making sure everybody is well fed and rested up for the next day’s classes. But today, just after those of us who are the younger set of this household started classes again after lunch, my friend Sara messaged and asked if she could come spend the afternoon with me while her brother was teaching Spanish. Well of course! So we quit school when they arrived and we had a grand time making popcorn and cocido and brownies and talking to Rachelle and, of course, playing Sara’s favorite variation of Uno. I asked her if she’d like to come to church with us sometime and she was very excited about that until she realized we have church at the same time they do and her dad is the leader (I think) of that church and she’d need to get permission from him. So hopefully she can come sometime.  

 

 Thursday, May 6 

Its turned cold again. It rained during the night and we woke up to no power. We ate by flashlight and started our school work by what little light shone thru the everlasting dark clouds. Eventually the power did go on and we set up a heater in the classroom to keep warm. The temperature was about 14 °C all day. I wore my runners for the first time since I got here.  

 

 Friday and Saturday

 Cold but sunny. My app claims it’s 9°C but its not yet 0800 so it should warm up yet. We’ve got church to clean and beds to make and Abe and Anna and co. are going to arrive later as translators for the weekend. So I’ll just send this and update you more in a few weeks.   

 

Hablamos,  

Miss Addie

Veintitres y veinticuatro

 Sunday, April 11, 2021 

Jonathon the 10 year old neighbor boy came with us to church this morning. It’s nice to have him in class to tell me what certain words mean and to answer the questions in the lesson. After church he claimed his Grandma had left and told him to stay at our place til she came home so he was here for a lot of the day. It started raining during lunch so afterwards I took an umbrella that didn’t help and a Gabriel who wasn’t feeling tops out the gate to watch the children who were having an absolute party in the red water rushing down the street. Karlins came for Bible Study yesterday and left after lunch today.  

 

Monday, April 12

 I encountered a 10” (at least) millipede in my bathroom today. I wanted him out of there very fast and obviously wasn’t thinking the brightest as I grabbed the most available thing which was a flimsy broom and dustpan. Which did the job of getting him out of there just find but when it came time to kill him it didn’t work. Broom bristles might work for things like ants but not for long snake like creatures with a super hard outer layer. I even tried stepping on him but by the time I had run to get something that would actually kill him and came back he had disappeared into the bushes. Not a happy feeling but that’s the first time I’ve seen something like that here and so far also the last time. 

 A few minutes before Julian arrived to administer some haircuts this afternoon, Perla showed up at the gate. She’s been quite a faithful church attender but I haven’t seen her much since Eric’s left. Typical Perla fashion, she walked confidently onto the yard and Davids were a bit confused as to who she was or what she wanted til I came out. She had just stopped in to meet the new missionaries and to see how everything was going here.   

 

Tuesday, April 13 

We had a quiet morning of school while the rest were gone shopping and got enough work done so we could pass up school in the afternoon in favor of a birthday party and supper with friends.  

Jennifer, the little girl across the road from us turned 4 and her party was today. She can’t walk by herself, I think it’s due to cerebral palsy. Her mom is my age and is very friendly and loves to talk. Anyways, we were invited to her birthday party today. We arrived just after 1630 to a big circle of chairs, half filled up already, around a big pink backdrop in front of the house, which bore the words ‘Feliz cumpleaños’ on a banner. In front of the backdrop was a table almost overflowing with the cake and cupcakes, and in front of that sat the birthday girl with something spread out at her feet for the gifts. As people were arriving, they’d hand her their gift take a picture of her and their child and then go sit down. Soon the chairs were filled (about 20 adults and 20+ children) and 2 of the moms friends started coming around with hotdogs (with a little mayo squirted on them) and little bottles of coke. The speakers were busy playing an abundance of different little birthday songs, the row of boys kept running of for various reasons and numerous neighbor dogs kept having to be shooed out of the circle. Eventually the children all gathered in front of the backdrop and sang happy birthday and had their picture taken. Next a big balloon was brought out and David was enlisted to hold it up high while Jennifer’s dad held her up with a knife so she could pop the piñata. A scramble of kids followed and eventually everybody emerged with some sort of goody or 5. A few children got some sort of little toy horns so that kept it noisy for awhile. Soon the cupcakes with a fancy small package of chocolate was handed out to each of the adults, followed by a piece of cake for each child and whoever else wanted one. A little before 6, people started getting up and leaving and we left too as we had more plans yet. 

 We made a quick stop at home before hopping into the van and heading for Julian’s (see last page) for the evening. We talked and sang and Sara and I played a bit of volley and they fed us supper of cheese and ham sandwiches and fresh grapefruit and manzanita (small apple) juice.  

After the millipede episode last night, the cockroach lying dead on my shower floor this morning didn’t seem like such a big deal. Although I did refuse to clean it up. Derek was happy to take care of it for me this evening.  

 

Wednesday, April 14 

I walked down to the libreria with some of the children but my friend didn’t have what I needed so she told me to come back next week. Stopped at the store for a few groceries before taking the long route home. 

Sometimes I can be a bit amazed at myself that I can talk about the affects of and powder on skin in Spanish. But still not be confident in speaking in the past tense.  

Due to a touch of illness, we cancelled our supper plans and went for a walk to get some fresh air.   

 

Thursday, April 15

 The children and I made another trip down to the cruce (where the 2 main thoroughfares meet and where most necessary items can be purchased) to find some flips for Leah. It’s quite something trying to get 4 kids safely across a busy highway. We dropped Derek and Caleb off at home and Leah and Evan came with me around the corner to where the neighbors were just starting to play volley. A few of the young people from around here play almost every day and I had wanted to join them for awhile. The mom of the girl who’s birthday party we just went to seems to be the most involved in that and she messaged me that they were going to play so today I decided to join them.  Which turned out to be a rather interesting thing to do. We played with them when the Florido youth came here for the weekend but today I was by myself. With Leah and Evan along in case in needed excuses. My friend, Blanca Nieve, assured me that they didn’t mind me being there and made sure I was on her team but I was still rather intimidated by the constant talking in Guarani and the fact that I still cannot figure out their point system. They never trade spots, but they do trade servers so after you serve you’ve got to run back to your spot if you’re in front. I don’t know if they only count the points you actually get or if you get a point when you move up (or in the case, don’t move up) but it seemed like Blanca Nieve was the one keeping score so I didn’t have to. When the first team reaches 5 points, we switch sides and finish the game. Which ends at a score of 21. Thankfully my excuses started giving me an excuse after an hour or so of feeling very out of my comfort zone so I got to take them home.    

 

Friday, April  16

 I woke up around 0300 to cats and dogs. On the tin roof it sounded like I was overlooking a dam or standing at the base at a waterfall or something. I could hear every little pulse as the rain grew louder and quieter. Eventually either the cats or the dogs must have left because eventually the roar became a lot quieter. But the other must have stuck around because when I got up about 3 hours later it was still raining. I couldn’t tell if it was the cats or the dogs tho.  

David and Lynora picked up sister Felicita and Gama (the Spanish teacher) and went to have Bible Study with brother Juan. Us kids stayed home for various reasons. We entertained ourselves by doing laundry and antagonizing the cat and drawing each others faces and making chipaguasu and spinning each other on the hammock swing and the laughing at our attempts to walk 6 straight feet.  

 

 Saturday, April 17 

We made our way down to Campo 9 today, stopping at McDonalds for lunch much to the disgust of some and delight of others.  Abe and Anna were our supper destination. So after chilling at Karlin’s for an hour or so we went to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening at Abe’s. It’s been about 3 years since Abe’s moved back here from Whitemouth so there was some catching up to do between the families. Katrina and I went on a bike ride and she caught me up on what had been happening around there since I had been there a few weeks ago.  

 

Sunday, April 18 

A potluck had been arranged for after church because of the visitors from Barrio San Pedro. Which was me too I guess. Church was over by 1030 or so so we sat and drank terere in a few different groups before we ate an early lunch. I think almost everybody had brought tallarin. After lunch we played volley and then renumbered and played again and that went on for awhile. Due to having had time change and it being fall, there’s more shade earlier in the day and it’s not so warm so there weren’t so many terere breaks as other times. Eventually some white flappers showed up (often some neighbors would come play volley with us and due to the different churches it’s very interesting to see what sort of head covering or dress or suspenders show up) and I was happy to be off the court when they started playing because they were super good. And then my ride was there to pick me up so I didn’t get a chance to show off my amazing volley skills against theirs.  

Supper destinations was a place nicknamed ‘Folks’ by Karlins so they could tell people they were going to folks for supper sometimes. The slide was a favorite for the two little boys and they kept this teacher busy making sure they didn’t hurt themselves on the drop-off at the bottom or fall thru the ladder rungs. The little merry go round thing was also enjoyed by both kids and adults. The more mature adults sat at the table and ordered food. Which came from across the street. This place is one of quite a few in a strip where the tables are set up on the median between the busy highway and the busy road that runs right beside it (A service roadish sort of thing.) so the food and drink has to dash between vehicles to make it safely to the table. On nights when there’s a soccer game, some of these place set up a big screen to watch the game and then everybody seems to flock there to watch.  

 

 Monday, April 19 

We did stuff like shopping and eventually headed for home and tried unsuccessfully to find what we wanted a various markets and ate empanadas.   

 

Tuesday  

Normal life of school and stuff. I kept thinking it was Wednesday for some odd reason 

 

 Wednesday, April 21

 School and language class. In the late afternoon we visited at Felicita’s for an hour or so.

 

  Thursday, April 22 

My friend at the libreria had said she would have erasable pens in stock for me this week so my 4 charges and I walked down there this afternoon but apparently Asunción didn’t have them or they couldn’t get them cuz they come from Brazil or something. She let me use her hole punch for free though, and threw a very good sales pitch for a backpack I glanced at.  

 

Saturday, April 23 

Today. Its been raining since 0500 this morning so who knows what the weekend will hold.  I wrote that sentence at about 0800 this morning. It’s 1718 as I write this and it’s still raining. The thermometer shows 17.8°C and we’ve been in sweaters and leggings and blankets all day and we’re still shivering.    

 

Here’s a bit of info on the family I reference to a lot. 

Julian and Pamfila Benitez. Good friends from here in Barrio. They run a fruit stand a 4 minute walk from here.  

Gamaliel (26?) Called Gama. He’s the Spanish teacher for Davids

 Jedidiah (24)

 brother to these people who I’ve never met

 Sara (18) One of my good friends here. 

 Simon (16) Cezia (16) 

 

My life seems so boring compared to my sister's

My sister posted on her blog last night and that set me thinking today. I got a bit discouraged because I wish I was a writer like she is. Somehow she made a can of mushrooms into a life problem that she had to solve, a lesson she had to learn. She always seems to think of something interesting to write about, or somehow makes a non interesting thing become interesting. 

My life seems so boring compared to my sister's. 

That's when I realized that I'm the one in Paraguay while my sister is living normal life in Saskatchewan. 

So maybe my life isn't boring. Especially right now. But my sister's talent is to make everyday, mundane topics into a blog post while my writing talent is more in stating the basic facts. And that's what I need to accept. And not try so hard to be something different.

I had the perfect post idea a few months ago. I tried writing it up a few times and never seemed to get much passed the first few sentences. Now I look back and it doesn't seem like such a good idea any more. Now I see that it was a very cliché new missionary teacher idea. My topic was somewhere along the 'North Americans are so privileged and don't even realize it' line and I wanted to preach everyone a sermon they would not forget with examples that brought tears to their eyes and never let them forget for a moment for the rest of their lives how good they have life. Well, now I'm facing leaving this place, and while I do still think North Americans are over privileged, I'm realizing how good these people have it here. And maybe they don't even realize it.

And I've found out again what I've been told and known for most of my life. People are people the whole world over and have wants and wishes and dislikes and personalities the same be they from North, East, South or West. I've found out that friends are friends, and it's always going to be hard to say goodbye, and to leave.

Veintiuno y veintidós

 Saturday, March 27 again

 The teachers invited me over for night. It was a good evening involving chips and salsa, a run around because the place that was selling food didn’t actually have food for us, making our own supper and eventually playing rounds and rounds of Uno. With no mercy shown. When we went to bed, my alarm showed that I could sleep for 9.5 hours despite the hour being 2300 and church starting at 0900 the next morning. We have time change here this weekend and the long night was due to this fact. 

 

 Sunday, March  

These girls like to sleep as late as possible, unlike me. I’d been awake for awhile when, at 0730 they started bustling about. One insisted that it was 0830 and we had to be at church soon and the other one eventually got it thru to her that it was actually 0730 and apologized for making me get up early. I invited the girls over for dinner to return the favor of me spending night with them so I took them there in my fancy little white Changan Alsvin right after church since the water wasn’t on and we couldn’t wash breakfast dishes first. When we got back to church around 1430 people were already setting up the volley ball court and waiting for the keys so they could get the chairs out of the teacher house. A few of the guys started with a few games of piki before some of the girls convinced them to play volley with us. These people are quite good at volley and the games are always a lot of fun. I do find myself on the ground after diving to try to save the play more often then I would have on the gym or barn floor back home which is also quite an unusual sight here. A more normal sight here would be a slide with an amazing kick at the end due to lots of piki playing and instincts. Piki is volleyball using anything but your hands. With only 2 or 3 players on each side. No double touch. And each play has to be 3 hits before it goes over. And if you have 3 players then each person has to hit it once in the play. Slightly intense.  

 

 Monday, March 

 First day in a long time that I can remember that I didn’t turn on my AC. 

 

  Wednesday, March 31

 Bible study at Juan’s. In the midst of our discussion, 3 or 4 dogs ran barking thru the yard next door, chasing a yelping dog. The tiny dog on the yard watched them go and interrupted [some of] us with a howl. People milled around talking and sharing chipa. And don Juan and ña Felicita sit and carry on with our lesson like they don’t notice a thing.   

 

Thursday, April 1

 Shayla and I had great plans to finally visit some veinte mil GS stores that we’ve been talking about for awhile but our plans were thwarted due to Easter. So we went home and ate chipa and drank terere with the family instead. Just kidding about the chipa part.  

 

Friday, April 2

 I’m not sure if I going to make a very good impression with my green sweater on a green dress. I think that’s a worse fashion mistake then an ensemble of blue and green. (Referring to the old adage ‘blue and green should never be seen) Anyways, at least the kids won’t care. Or maybe they will but the glow sticks will out weigh the fashion when it comes to first impressions. Or maybe no one will even notice and I’m making a big deal about it cuz I need something to write about and I’m trying to be slightly sarcastic and funny. 

Actually, they were just kind of appalled that I was wearing a sweater in the first place. They thought that 23°C or so was still rather warm.  After an hour or so of waiting and watching every body unite with their friends who were aboard the same plane and pretending to understand the low German conversation going on beside us, we finally around midnight we glimpsed them and they glimpsed us and soon we were loaded into the vehicles and driving thry deserted dark streets. And then we went to bed. 

My new family. From Whitemouth, MB David and Lynora Giesbrecht  Derek (9)  Leah (7) Caleb (4) Evan (1.5)  

 

Saturday, April 3, 2021 

I got up on time and spent some quality alone time in several of the quiet, shady places that most people don’t frequent so early when staying at a hotel. We made our way to Barrio San Pedro and started to get settled in.   

 

Sunday, April 4, 2021 

Normal Sunday morning church. I taught children’s Sunday school again for the first time in a long time. The ages and quantity of the children that come haven’t been conducive to a children’s class since Eric’s left. Thais (Felicita’s granddaughter, age 14) has switched over to adult class but her brother Cristian (2) sat and colored with us for awhile but soon got a little lonesome for his sister. My nap was interrupted when Sara and her brother Gamaliel stopped in. Gama is going to teach Spanish to David’s and wanted to meet them. Their family has been friends with the missionaries for quite a while and some of them can speak English quite well. I was super enthused after they left because I found that I must have learned a lot of Spanish in the last few weeks while I was in Campo 9 and I could understand and talk with Sara a lot better. We played our standard few rounds of Nervioso (a fast paced game with Uno cards) and tried to get Derek to play with us. Jonatan (10 year old from down the street) came over to play and later he went on a walk with us around the neighborhood and showed us his school and told us which dogs had bit him before and tried to teach us how to count in Guarani.   

 

Monday, April 5, 2021 

A bit of a blur of school books and visiting don Juan and Karlins leaving.   

 

Tuesday, April 6, 2021

 A lot of things happen that I don’t remember the exact time or day of. I biked with Derek and Leah to Julian’s fruit stand down at the cruce one day. (Julian and Pamfila are Sara and Gama’s parents). We did a bit of sight seeing shopping one day.  We started school in the afternoon. I didn’t have everything figured out but I’ll just go with the flow.  

 

 Wednesday, April 7 

Gama arrived to start language study at 0800. I took the school aged children and the underage school children into the school room and proceeded to have a semblance of a normal school day. Caleb has a makeshift desk to color at and seems to enjoy being in school with his siblings. Evan runs in and out as long as he’s happy and doesn’t disturb the classes going on just outside in the quincho too much. I’m feeling sort of like a teacher in Gallup again, not a school teacher. Sippy cups on my desk, toys all over the classroom floor. A child in one arm as I’m explaining some math problems to the scholars. Who have been doing amazing with everything that goes on while they’re trying to study.  Both schools starts at 0800 and go til 1100. The children and I start again at 1300 and have another hour to finish things up. This way, the little boys can be with their parents a bit and Leah and Derek can have a bit of a quiet part in their school day yet. Spanish classes start up again at 1400 and run til 1700 on the days that they go into the afternoon. Some days it’s just morning.  

Our first venture without someone quite fluent in both English and Spanish happened this afternoon. We went to visit ña Felicita and her family. Now, I did a bunch of Spanish studying while I was in Campo 9 and I’m finding out I learned a lot from that. I could understand and translate almost everything that they wanted me to understand. I had a hard time forming replies to carry on a conversation but I think ña Felicita was still quite happy that we came to see her.   

 

Thursday, April 8 

I mentioned to the Spanish students that Evan and I were going to walk to Julian’s stand for some things we needed for supper and seeing as they were in the midst of a lesson focused exactly on grocery shopping, and were actually going thru a conversation of buying fruit the teacher thought to make it real and suggested that we all go. So we made a jolly trip down to the cruce (a cruce is an intersection where 2 main roads meet. There are only 2 main roads in Barrio San Pedro.) where Pamfila passed out bananas to all of us to eat while we chatted.  Evan and I continued on to the libreria while the rest walked back home. Again I was pleasantly surprised at how well I got along while trying to buy stuff like ‘notebooks’ and ‘pencil sharpeners.’ It helped that the lady new Eric’s and was super friendly and nice and repeated herself in different words to make sure I understood and she understood. Two people came in for quick printing jobs while we were there but Evan and I were enjoying ourselves enough that we didn’t mind letting them go ahead. We stopped in at the pharmacy where Sara just started working to say hi on our way back home, and waved as we passed the fruit stand again.  (Lynora described me as being ‘radiant’ when I came back from my walk. I feel a bit embarrassed as this whole finally catching on to and being able to converse well enough in Spanish should have come a bit earlier but I don’t actually think I’ve been to slow at learning considering I haven’t had any classes of any kind so I’ll try not to be embarrassed. I could understand a lot before Eric’s left but now I don’t have Rachelle to do all the talking so I have to start. I am truly happy you like talking though Rachelle, because I don’t. )   

 

Friday, April 9

 Started an art project coloring names tags for the desks because I didn’t have any better ideas. Or maybe I was to lazy to try something fancy with sticks and paint and all that sort of cool stuff. I took the kids on a walk this afternoon and we stopped and bought a coke on the way home. (The next day, Caleb told his mom that  he would like to go on another walk with me but not her. I kinda think he realized he could get me to buy another coke sooner than she would lol.) The neighbor lady, Blanca Nieve, was playing volley with her friends and invited me to join her but I told her I’d like to come another day when I didn’t have quite so many kids to keep track of. I’m not sure if they play during the week but maybe my aim for the next few weeks will be to play with them as much as possible.   

 

Saturday, April 10 

Did weekend stuff like figuring out how soon we’ll be done school and trying to write this interestingly. We picked up ña Felicita and met Karlins at Don Juan’s for Bible Study. Because of time change, he requested that Bible Study be at 1500 instead of the normal 1630. I’m not sure if he’s planning to talk the extra half hour or if he wants us to leave half an hour earlier. He does seem to like to talk and due to his age (90 some. I don’t know if he actually knows how old he is) he has a lot of time to sit and study the Bible so he has a lot of thoughts and questions.  I’m just thankful that cockroaches don’t fly.

Diecinueve y veinte

 Minutes after I sent the addition to last week’s diary, I encountered another cockroach in the shower. The forth one in the last 2 weeks. I think they do come back to life after all, Anna. (It’s been over a week now and I haven’t spotted any more cockroaches in my house. Perhaps due to some sort of poison that was used on them.) On to better things.  

 

Sunday, March 14, 2021 

Florido for church this morning. Went for a walk and stopped to visit the parents of the guy who is in charge of the school here. (Skip to Thursday for more info.) Went out for pizza for supper and got to watch all the Mennonites who seem to make up the biggest percentage of diners stare at us and try to figure out who we were. Not sure if they figured us out or not.  

 

Monday, March 15 

Did a little fabric shopping on the way to Barrio San Pedro this morning. Later afternoon we went to Felicita’s for Bible Study. Thais (14) joined us for the first time. Maybe because she didn’t have 3 extra girls to play with.  

Things have gone downhill in Barrio San Pedro since Erics left. The guy who sold the best asaditos down at the cruce passed his business on to someone else and went to find himself different work. The place where we used to be able to buy the most delicious rotisserie chickens on the way home from church hasn’t had any the last few times I’ve been by. Our usual waitress at San Pedro (a restaurant in town) only showed up for a few minutes and they didn’t have time to blow up the globo locos like they usually do.   

 

Tuesday, March 16 

Once again we left the dejected Barrio San Pedro house to sit empty for another week. Stopped in at Juan’s place for Bible Study. He complimented me on how much Spanish I’ve learned instead of trying to speak Guarani to me. Maybe he isn’t scary after all. I’m not sure what else we did today besides come back to Campo Nueve.  

 

Wednesday, March 17 

Youth singing in the evening. Which consists of sitting in a circle and singing wholeheartedly or halfheartedly out of our folders for awhile. And as soon as that’s done, out comes the terere and Arlin or Peter sets up 2 chairs in the middle of the circle so they don’t have to hold the water jug on their lap and we sit and talk. Or rather, sit and listen to Arlin and Peter talk.  It was a bit of a colder evening so Shayla made us some sort of delish hot drink she called a ‘lumberjack’ and we sat outside and listened to the reports from Annual Meeting after we got home from singing.  

 

Thursday, March 18 

Shayla took Gabe for shots this morning and I spent that time in the libreria next door. They sell all sorts of books and school and office supplies. My main purchase was a Spanish Bible, and I got some things for school, too. Afterwards, we went and picked up the teachers and brought them into town for lunch and some fabric shopping. Which seems to be the same all over the world. 

I’m not sure if I’ve explained the appearance of ‘the teachers.’ We have a small church school here in Paraguay. I’m not sure of all the facts but its run (managed? School-boarded?) by a Paraguayan member who moved to the States. He finds the teachers and makes the necessary arrangements like a list of who is supposed to take lunch to the teachers each school day and stuff like that. Actually I think this is the first year he is in charge but he seems to be doing it quite well. From my point of view. Anyways, til now, there have usually been guy teachers and this is I think the first year that they have 2 girl teachers. Melany (from Guatemala) uses the church for her classroom of 4 children in grades 5,7 and 8. Katharine (from Dominican Republic) has a very tiny school house beside church for her 3 students in grades 1 and 3. So hopefully this explains the appearance of ‘the teachers.’ You will be hearing more of them in a few days.   

 

Friday, March 19 

The most noteworthy thing I did today was take the truck and go to volley all by myself. Typical volley game. The specified place was church, the specified time was 1800 or a little after and when I showed up at 1820 no one was there. Except the teachers who’s house is right behind church. Eventually a few people showed up and we played 5 on 5 til about 1930 when it got to dark to play and, surprisingly, since the teachers didn’t supply terere and no one had brought any we all soon headed to our respective homes. I didn’t have much trouble finding my way home but on the way I was going to pass a slow moving vehicle but then decided not to as there were vehicles coming eventually and I really wasn’t in a hurry. I found out the real reason I hadn’t passed a few minutes later when a moto with no lights came whizzing past me in the oncoming lane.  

 

 Saturday, March 20 

One other noteworthy thing I did yesterday was messaging the teachers and asking them if I could stay with them for the weekend while Karlins went to Barrio San Pedro again. So this morning I unloaded my backpack and mattress at the teachers’ house and waved to Karlins as they drove off even tho Judd pleaded with me not to stay.  The teacher house is a small, 3 room house. A bedroom, a bathroom and a kitchen with a table, some plastic lawn chairs and 2 wire rocking chairs.  The girls were planning a youth supper for that evening so we needed to go shopping in Campo 9. The only problem is that the only way they have to get around are their own 2 feet. So a car was borrowed but wasn’t going to arrive on time so lunch was started and then the car did arrive on time so we drank papaya juice and turned off the stove and got ready and went to town. We went to a fancy restaurant for burgers for lunch and then went to the Super for groceries (or shoes in my case) and afterwards drove thru Lactolanda for ice cream. They must have enjoyed having me along because they wouldn’t even let me pay for my own lunch or ice cream. Later we dropped the car off and got a tour of the Fellowship church and school. They have 3 classrooms. Two for the English speaking children and 1 for the ones who don’t speak English. Which I found a bit strange. Although I did find it kind of refreshing to talk to the one teacher (who is technically a Paraguayan but looks as white as you and me and speaks perfect English but her Spanish didn’t sound much better than mine. Not to judge or anything.) instead of trying to keep up with the conversation in the Spanish class upstairs. I’m feeling very snobby with my distinguishing between classes by the language they’re taught in and saying that I went and found someone to talk English to instead of listening to the conversation and trying to figure out what they were saying. Although everyone in that conversation could understand English and most could talk it very well.  Anyways, its Friday afternoon already and I don’t have time to go on rambling and judging. We returned to the teacherage and eventually people started arriving for supper. It wasn’t a big group but we had fun playing volley and eventually the hot dogs were roasted and some of the guys went around trying to freak out the girls with the huge frogs that came to visit. It worked in a few cases and resulted in screams and silent treatment.  

 

 Sunday, March 21 

It was a rainy morning but there was just enough time for us to have Sunday School outside between downpours. Its handy to have people fluent in 3 different languages especially when there are representatives of each language as a first language in church.  Sat under the tree at Abe’s and drank terere after church. ‘We teachers’ were invited for lunch afterwards. It is my aspiration to one day switch between two languages as easily as they do. I mean 3, or is it 4 by now. The way things are now, I think I’ll have to stick with one. For now. Melany spent the afternoon studying for school tomorrow as the courses she teaches are difficult and Katharine and I did the normal Sunday afternoon nap thing. People started arriving for the normal Sunday afternoon volley around 5 or so and eventually we had enough to play so we did that for awhile. And drank terere. Although that’s hardly noteworthy. We got invited to go to Arnaldo’s for an asado for supper so after everyone left we all showered and ate watermelon and brownies because these girls have obviously found out that at an asado, the meat might only be ready at 2200. Eventually we walked down the road and found Arnaldo’s children (read the list of youth below) and a few other friends drinking terere and waiting for the meat to be done. So we joined them in the growing cold and eventually were offered sweaters since we had neglected to bring ours and eventually around 2100 or a bit before the meat was done and we ate. Soon afterwards, the group grew smaller, some of the more unfamiliar faces left and the conversations switched from mainly Guarani to Spanish and Arlin started to quiz me out on Canada and eventually we left. The walk back home is quite short but eventful enough as there are tales of frogs and snakes and some of us were definitely not fond of frogs and snakes and we ended up running half the way back. Also there was a car coming.  

 

 Monday, March 22

 School started at 0730 but I slept in a little before sitting in on each class for a few minutes. School here is taught a lot more orally, and the teachers are kept quite busy with 3 or 4 students. Shayla picked me up not long after 0900 and that was the extent of my weekend with the teachers. They offered that I could come back next weekend but I’m not sure what’s going to happen with that.   I think this account of the weekend would be a lot more interesting if you knew the hidden aspects such as personalities and relationships and who belongs to what church and who their families are and that sort of thing.  I definitely recommend trying something like this sometime. 

 

  Wednesday, March 24 

I’m not sure what to write about anymore except that I’ve been doing some school shopping and trying to make amazing things for that. I figured out how to make origami stars out of 1/2 “ strips of paper. And also that post it notes make cute paper airplanes. Youth singing was cancelled tonight due to heavy rain and power outages. Which was kind of sad because this one was going to prove interesting as we were all supposed to preach a tiny sermon on a verse that inspired us.   

 

Thursday, March 25 

We threw a bunch of stuff into the pickup and headed down miles of cobblestone road to a lake in Bergthal Colony. The only others there were a few fishermen so we could watch the sunset quite peacefully. It wasn’t very ideal for swimming as they’ve been drying out the lake so they can work on the dam or something and they’d also been working around the edge with some sort of big equipment and made some deep ruts (where we were anyways.) The frogs came out when we were done supper and had a feast on the bugs that came too close to the fire and didn’t live to tell the tale. We were warned by one of the fishermen that the police were going to be out tonight due to the new restrictions coming in place this weekend for the Easter weekend so we took a different route back home and drove a bunch more miles of cobblestone road thru the colony and saw volley games and parties. It looks like it’s the in thing to stick colorful reflectors to gates or posts or whatever is at the end of your driveway and see if you can outdo your neighbor.  

 

Friday, March 26 

Did some more school shopping, Spanish studying, talked to Mom, walked around the corner to exchange the empty glass pop bottles for full ones. There was quartet singing at our place for awhile in the evening and eventually Shayla and I got to join them for a bit before supper. It was a very interesting group including an uncle of some of our youth who lives in the states now (the uncle does), Walter and his brother Josias, and an acquaintance/friend, Esli, from the Fellowship church who camee in cowboy boots and suspenders. Esli is one of those who is fluent in Spanish, Guarani and English. His dad is from the states and judging by his accent and the way he talked, I would have guessed Esli had grown up there but apparently he’s never been.  

 

Saturday, March 27 

I helped Shayla clean church this morning and after drinking terere with Dennis (read the youth section below), I got to mow some of the lawn! Smaller push mower than I’m used to but I’m spoiled I think. It felt good to mow lawn again, its amazing how much a girl can miss that.  And now its afternoon and I should clean my house here and do something useful and worthwhile. Although updating you is counted as worthwhile. As is mixing paints and trying to paint animal faces on tiny little pompoms. I just heard thunder so maybe we’ll get some sort of storm yet today. I’m hoping for volley sometime yet this weekend but who knows what will happen. Rain or the new restrictions for Easter week might hinder that.  

David and Lynora arrive next Friday! So we’ll go to Barrio and get the house ready and then pick them up in Asuncion and soon I’ll be back in my old bedroom in Barrio San Pedro!                 

 

Here is a list of the youth that I’ve been keeping company with and some random details about them. 

 Walter (25) just recently joined the church from some sort of Amish type church called The Fellowship.  

 Peter (18), Katrina (15), Dennis (12) All 3 are members. Dennis is still in school but comes to most volley games and singing. There younger brother Willie likes to come, too. Abe and Anna Jantzen are their parents. They lived in Whitemouth for a few years.  

 Leidi (17), Arlin (14), Alan (12) Alan is still in school and is not a member but comes to volley and singing. They have older and younger siblings, some of whom attend church. Their parents are Arnaldo and Floriana. 

 Evelin (15) is a cousin to the 3 you read about last and the one you will read about next. She is a member but her parents are not. She lives with her grandparents to take care of her sickly Grandpa.   

Andreas (15) attends church and volley regularly, but is not a member. He’s a cousin to the people in the last 2 paragraphs. 

 Melany (20) is the older grades’ teacher from Guatemala

  Katharine (21) is the younger grades’ teacher from Dominican Republic 

Diecisiete y Dieciocho

 I can’t keep anything straight apparently. I’ll try to get the right dates this time or maybe I’ll write that’s its April already. Also, you’ll notice that it’s week diecisiete again. This is the right diecisiete. The last one was supposed to be dieciséis. I think.   

 

Sunday, February 28, 2021 

Church feels very different with Karlins in place of Erics. The Toews girls made up a big part of children’s Sunday school and now as there aren’t so many who are qualified, the little boys colored while the adults (14+) had Sunday school.  After lunch and naps and making sure everything was in place for the coming empty week (for the house) and maybe some monster cookies and iced coffees we left for Camp 9. There was a soccer game between 2 major teams (Cero and Olimpia) being played tonight. Another table where we stopped for supper was quite quiet, intently watching until a goal was scored and the usual shout of ‘Goal!’ was heard from their direction. We drove around Camp 9 looking for the parade that follows the game in Honor of who won but we only heard it after we got home. Found out later on friends’ statuses that their had been volley at church.   

 

Monday, March 1 

My plans for this month in Camp 9 are sewing and studying Spanish, basically my summer vacation between two school ‘terms.’ So that’s what I started on today. I’m hoping to get a book to study from yet.   

 

Tuesday, March 2

 This afternoon we went and drank terere with Leidi and Arlin’s family. They’re 2 youth kids who have some funny younger siblings and some older brothers who I don’t see around very often. The dad is expelled and seems to feel like the missionaries should do everything for him and him do nothing in return. It was a very quiet time with a few Spanish conversations but mostly we had our own conversations-them in Guarani and us in English.   

 

Wednesday, March 3 

I made a big batch of cinnamon rolls, mostly for the freezer and I’m not sure what all I did today. Maybe took a walk.  Youth singing this evening. We were set to go sing at the grandparents of some of the youth (also members) but it was raining so we weren’t sure if it was still happening cuz we’d be outside. After much discussion, we realized we were still expected so we went and sat in a big circle around the front door as Grandpa would have a hard time coming out and sang. The numbers were chosen few and far between, Grandpa had a list in his head that we sang. Afterwards, Shayla was asked if the youth girls would be able to come for a sleepover on Friday night (more on that later.)   

 

Thursday, March 4

 I’ve been sewing a bunch in my downtime and have got a few dresses done. Unfortunately they didn’t really live up to my expectations but they’ll work. I’ve been using the Duolingo app on my phone a lot more lately too. Plus (gasp) I’ve read a few pages of my 501 Spanish Verbs dictionary.  The teachers have been wanting to buy some flowers for the flower bed they made with bricks in front of their house. Today was Shayla’s turn to take lunch to the teachers so we brought them to our place for lunch and after dishes were done we headed off for the greenhouses. Well,  the problem was that it started raining during lunch. It stopped long enough for us to leave the house but by the time we reached the greenhouse, it was pouring. Greenhouses here are mostly open air (technically not a greenhouse??) with a few small shelters and some spots covered with mesh. Not conducive to shopping in the rain. So after making a few purchases, we headed up Calle Dos to take the teachers home and wait for another day. Driving up Calle Dos was a feat in itself, pretty much pushing water that was rushing down at us. Water was using objects as ramps, crashing down 3 foot waterfalls on the other side, and where vehicles or motos were parked, it was using the spokes as tunnels to flow thru.  Went to drink Terere this evening with another member lady with 3 young girls.

 

  Friday, March 5

 We were expecting 5 girls for night so we started planning fun food and stuff to do. At lunchtime Leidi messaged to say the plans were cancelled. They didn’t have a ride to get to our place. We had been wondering about that but since it was their party, they had asked, it was thought that they should provide the ride. There are various vehicles that could have been procured but due to various reasons (work, brothers/offendedness/thinking the missionary should do everything, car doesn’t work) they didn’t have a ride. And we weren’t going to offer one. Well. Ok. That’s that. There was volley at church in the evening, not sure if it was another attempt at getting us to give them a ride or not but that didn’t happen. Due to the fact that it was dark and there aren’t lights at church, we only played two games of volley before it was too dark. Afterwards we sat and drank terere and talked. Katharine (the teacher from Dominican) knows English quite well I think but only talks it if I really really need help. It’s kinda interesting talking Spanish to someone who when you  ask in English how to say something in Spanish she tells you and you continue stumbling through your thought.  

 

Saturday, March 6, 2021 {Happy birthday, Ciara} 

 The trek was once again made to Barrio San Pedro today. We arrived at the house and I messaged Sara that we were in town and she said ‘Can I come over’ and before I could reply she sent me a picture of the house, obviously take from the street so I went outside and there she was waiting for me. So we sat and drank terere and talked and played Uno and finished mixing tortillas cuz that’s what I had been doing when she came and eventually she left to go study or watch the pig being butchered or something and we left for Bible Study at Juan’s.  And then afterwards I pressed the tortillas and ate a delicious supper of homemade fries and wings.   

 

Sunday, March 7, 2021

 Normal, abnormal service this morning. Tereré afterwards until Gloria thought it time to leave. Packed up our stuff, made sure everything was in its place for the next empty week and left to find some food and visit more friends. These friends of Karlins were at the lady’s parents place so we went to see them there. They parents have 8 girls between the ages of 18 and 30 (that’s actually a wild stab in the dark), 5 of whom are still at home and 3 of whom came home with their families for the day. They also have an older brother who was not around. Maybe there was a reason for that. His sisters are quite rambunctious. Doesn’t look like there’s a dull moment at that house. They sang for us and we sang for them and we all sang together. Like most people here, they all sang one voice, and none of them sang very quietly. It was very interesting to listen to, and very beautiful to my 4-voice accustomed ears. I’m not sure what they thought of our 3 part harmony songs. Karlin wanted to play volley with the men at the court across the road but they wouldn’t think of not playing for money so eventually when we left, we saw them heading out to play volley with their other friends.  Our destination for night was a set of cabins that looked quite cool online. We watched the sunset in the palm trees as we drove. The road took us took us thru a town and suddenly turned into dirt. Following the signs, we turned from the dirt road onto a trail with grass growing between 2 trails for the tires. Ever hopeful, we kept going, trusting that this place would look like the pictures we saw online. We weren’t disappointed. Quite soon we turned into the driveway, and as the gate was opened we could see pools and lights and everything looked amazing. We checked in and explored. We had 2 separate cabins with a small kitchenette which had a few things to make breakfast with (Maracaya juice!). There was a big square pool on one end of the compound that had an island in the middle, a kiddie pool and some sort of pool with 2 hot tub jets or whatever they’re called at the other end of the compound. There were also lots of quinchos and a playground for the kids and a fireplace and a big cage by the fence that we eventually went to look at and found out that it held 2 peacocks!   We sang for awhile before bed. Hadn’t done that for a few weeks.   

 

Monday, March 8

 One of the reasons for coming to this place was that we wanted to see Salto Cristal which are a set of falls. Well, when Karlin called to book, he was told that they were 40 minutes away from there but there was another set of falls just 20 minutes away. Maybe the earth shifted or something between then and this morning, but we found out that Salto Cristal was actually a lot further and these other falls we 40 minutes away. So we decided to go to the littler falls this morning. We packed our lunch and drive off and talked to more people and finally found the right place. It was a big park kind of thing but there were no signs. We walked down to see the falls. We were at the top but there were a few paths down to the bottom. There was also a sign that said Such and such falls path this way’ so we decided to hike to see them. So we started walking down the river. When we crossed to the other side and started going back up the river the way we came from, we got suspicious. Soon enough we came to the ‘end’ of the hike and realized we had circled back to exactly where we had started from. We hiked 20 minutes to see what we could have walked down a few steps to see. We had a good little laugh over that and sat down to read and eat lunch and watch butterflies before climbing the steps back to the top. We weren’t going to go back the way we came! On our way back to the cabins, we stopped at a museum on the site where they used to use the water from the river to turn a huge wheel to fan the fire in an oven that somehow extracts whatever  was used to make things like war weapons and shovels. I’m terrible at remembering history like this so I’m not exactly sure what went on. I think there was a battle of some sort there most likely due to the fact that they were making a lot of war weapons. The ruins of the whole wheel/oven building are still partly standing and we could walk thru them. The place was built in 1800 something. There was a small canal running from a small dam to the big wooden wheel. There was a big open space in one wall that narrowed into a small pipe sized space that led to the next room where the oven was. A long ramp ended above the fire where the rock was pushed up and dumped in, and another pipe-ish thing let the melted stuff drip out. I doubt that makes to much sense unless you’d see it.  We stopped in town for ice cream (the power went off while the guy was sitting at the back of the shop, using an immersion blender to make my milkshake) and the print shop on the way back. Swam in the decadent pools (or in my case, gave my phone and my book a bath as I was making my way to go read on the island) and eventually made supper (chorizos and some other piece of meat which I forget what it was, garlic bread, a vegetable mix, pineapple, coke from glass bottles) over the fire. Absolutely delish.   

 

Tuesday, March 9  

We made good use of the place as we had it to ourselves, other then the worker and the 2 men who were building some sort of restaurant on the yard. Just before lunch we set off for Salto Cristal. The road we took was mostly dirt. The small stretch of pavement lasted only until we were up the hill (or mountain from this Prairie girl’ standpoint) were we stopped to take in the view. We must have spent our last few days in a valley without realizing it and now we could see for miles. The view was quite breathtaking especially since the parts of Paraguay that I’ve seen aren’t like that. The guy in the hammock under the lean-to  probably didn’t know what to think of those Mennonites who got out of their vehicle to exclaim over the view but didn’t take pictures.  Salto Cristal was just as breathtaking as the view. After finding out we had to pay to use the bathrooms, we hiked a few minutes, down some steps, and along the river. Mostly on rocks. The falls didn’t have masses of water pouring over, but it’s beauty was in its height. It drops down from sort of an end of a canyon into a deep hole. Along the edges are ledges where the water is knee deep or so. To go swimming, you have to wear a lifejacket, rented out by the lifeguard on duty, who when we got there was a skinny looking guy who was taking pictures of the butterfly that landed on his hand.  We ate supper at McDonalds on our way home.  

 

Thursday, March 11

 Took lunch to the teachers. Once Gabe was sleeping, Shayla and I went shopping to a bunch of the little stores here in town. I didn’t find what I was looking for. Most of these little stores don’t stock their items in more then one size and that is usually size small. A lot of stuff (more so around Barrio San Pedro) is homemade and you could go to the fabric store and make it yourself.  Went to Walters place in the evening. He himself wasn’t home due to harvest but his family was. One of his sisters is my age and knows English. We were invited to stay for supper so we ate fresh chipa and tallarin with them and afterwards sang some English songs.   

 

Friday, March 12

 The youth girls found a ride to being them here for night tonight. Shayla had the grand idea of a utensil supper so we set the table with random things and made sure supper wasn’t food you could eat with your fingers. I think the girls enjoyed it but it was hard to tell because they were all quite silent. After supper we played some volley, and a card game and eventually sat around for awhile in silence. I guess I could have contributed more but I’m kinda the type to sit in silence when there are to many people or it’s too strange so I sat in silence too.   

 

Saturday, March 13 

Breakfast was cooked over the fire this morning, but due to the fact that that fire was in the sun (and also the sun was shining quite much by then) we sat and ate breakfast in the shade a few feet from the fire – in silence. Eventually dishes were washed and we took them home. In silence. These girls can talk when they want to so I guess they were just out of their comfort zone here. Kinda like I was. They seemed to enjoy it tho, and even talked about doing a utensil supper for the rest of the youth. The girls who came were Leidi, Katrina, Katherine (she’s the teacher from Dominican Republic) and Melany (the teacher from Guatemala). Evelyn had to stay home for some reason. She definitely would have been more lively.  

Not my most inspirational day for writing diary. Now I’ll be off to play Go Fish with Judd. 

Dieciséis

 This week seemed to go by so fast I didn’t have time to write. 

 

Sunday, January 21, 2021 Nobody was in a hurry to leave after church today because this was Erics last time in church. Last time seeing most of these people. I served the big circle terere until most people had had enough and then everybody started goodbyes. Oh and one bunch of bananas was ready to be picked and sent home with someone so there was a bit of a discussion who should get it..  We stopped for a delicious rotisserie chicken on the way home. At the place where we get them, there are probably a dozen automatically rotating over the fire in 2 rows. The one on the end gets taken off the stick and unceremoniously packed up, some mandioca gets put into a bag and there’s your lunch. It’s absolutely delicious, especially after church when your hungry and want to eat right aways instead of making lunch first. I think we’re spoiled.  Early afternoon we were booked to go see some friends who have twin girls Christina’s age and a little boy just older than Tiago. Everybody had a grand time playing together after the initial quiet what-are-we-going-to-do time and the rest of us drank terere and helped make hotdogs, which were served in a bun with a line of mayo drizzled beside. And coke/Guaraná. Which was our afternoon snack or early supper. You choose.  Perla came over in the evening to officially say goodbye.  

 

 Monday, January 22, 2021 A bunch of neighbor ladies who rarely came over before stopped in to chat with Rachelle this morning. And bring gifts. I worked on the escape room that we were setting up for Karlins and packed up for the month or so that I’ll be living with Karlin and Shayla in Campo Nueve. The ice had barely frozen over the room keys that were needed to open the escape room when Karlins arrived to first of all, escape and then to help with packing and cleaning and support and whatever needed to be done yet. Christina and I biked to the store at the cruce and stopped in at Julian’s fruit stand where we were given individual containers of fruit salad before biking back home. Which took us all of 2 minutes. Supper was going to be around 2000 but due to the many visitors who started arriving at 1930, it was around 2300 by the time we devoured our poutine and chorizos.    

 

Tuesday, January 23, 2021 Last minute preparations, cleaning up the yard, washing a huge stack of dishes to be put away at a later date. That’s what our morning consisted of and the heavily laden vehicles left the yard before noon. Stopped for Subway ish style sandwiches (which were even better than Subway) on the outskirts of Asuncion, drove thru a Covid testing station (the 5 tests all came back negative) and checked into Los Alpes hotel where we napped and swam and later headed to the shipping container out door food court where Eric’s friend Brett has a crepe restaurant. Several hours later, after trying tatakua pizza, hummus and of course crepes and waffles and milkshakes, we waffles back to our vehicles and into the hotel and went to bed to sleep off the supper.   

 

Wednesday, January 24, 2021 Walked around a park and tried to go over a bridge that wasn’t open and it started raining and we went to a mall and spent money and had lunch. Spent the afternoon at the hotel. Ate cheesecake that had been brought from home. Around 2230 we donned our tapabocas and set off for the airport. Once there we found out that we actually could go inside to see Eric’s off so we did that and eventually watched them walk thru the doors to security and as it didn’t really pay to say bye to the rest of the people there who we didn’t even know we walked out and drove back to Los Alpes on semi deserted streets, the time being after midnight.  

 

Thursday, January 25, 2021 We made the journey from Asuncion to Campo Nueve today. The van had to be ferried home with us so Shayla got to drive.. Stopped at a cool chicken barn turned restaurant for lunch before those of us who weren’t driving succumbed to sleepiness. 

 

 Friday, January 26, 2021 Well, I can discuss other people being sick in my letters so I guess I have to when it’s me, too. It’s a hard thing for me to do, tho, because I’ve prided myself in not being sick to the stomach for the last 5 years. Actually I don’t remember the last time I was sick. Anyways, I was in bed with some sort of virus til early afternoon today. Not a good feeling. Coke and homemade chocolate chip iced capps do a lot for a sick person and I got most of a dress cut out yet. 

 

 Saturday, January 27, 2021 Got ourselves chipa and cocido for breakfast and headed out. We stopped at some friends for terere in the morning and they served us delicious lunch of grilled chicken. There’s a conservative church close to ours in Florido that Karlins would have a bit to do with and these people were of the same church. Continued on to the forlorn Barrio San Pedro mission house where we were greeted with a stack of clean dishes (that may or may not have been full of little ants) and no power. Now I’ll switch tenses because I don’t know the future yet. But the plan is to pick up Perla and Sister Felicita (like usual) and go have Bible Study with Brother Juan (like usual.) Church tomorrow and then who knows what will happen after that.