When they were uncrating appliances for the new mission home, one of the big, mysterious boxes turned out to be a dishwasher. Many of the folks that day had never seen one before.
We are now convinced that dishwashers are even less common here than good drivers.
We hope that your dishwasher is hooked up properly. You'd better run to the kitchen and check!
Dave & Paula
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
You'll remember that for Christmas, we gave each one of the missionaries a carved mate, or dried gourd, a very typical piece of handicraft from the Mantaro Valley, in which Huancayo is located.
The nearby town of Cochas is the center of master-craftsmanship of mates. We happened upon 75-year-old Eulogio Medina, who is probably the master of them all.
She proudly showed us a small 'museum' of some of the more spectacular examples.
This mate tells the story of the life of Christ in twelve segments, and only required a little less time and effort.
Mr. Medina tells us proudly that his son will be better than himself, having recently won a national competition for this artwork.
We wish that we could make something so beautiful out of something so humble.
Dave & Paula
Sunday, February 1, 2015
While arranging for the carving of the mates for the missionaries for Christmas, we stumbled upon a very recently-paved road road running along the edge of the mountains from Cochas, where they are made, to San Geronimo (see below). It is nearly traffic-free, and runs through beautiful farmland and hills. That same trip by car on the usual roads requires the usual death-defying driving skills. Doing it by bike would be evidence of suicidal tendencies, and would constitute a request to be squished.
After thinking about it for a couple of months, we finally found a clear morning.
1) The fact that we were on bikes that each cost more than the annual income of the local farmers,
2) The fact that we were clearly gringos, none of whom are seen in these parts, especially these rural parts.
3) The fact that we were wearing Spandex jerseys, one of which proclaimed "North Carolina" ("¿Qué es 'North Carolina? ¿Eh?"), and either of which was bright enough to be seen across the valley.
It was just plain a great ride! At the end, putting on other clothes over the bike stuff, we tried to ignore the stares of the little kids and the old guy walking his sheep herd past the car.
So what's in San Geronimo you ask? Ah! That's where a half-dozen silversmiths live, with their shops tempting the unwary. But that's another story.
We hope that your bike rides can be as beautiful, and a bit more anonymous.
Dave & Paula