tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48519106078164869912024-03-14T09:27:04.474-07:00Slingerland Family MattersSuzanne Slingerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345615438286075228noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851910607816486991.post-64068083170258233782011-02-08T18:01:00.000-08:002011-03-01T05:49:53.153-08:00A Hotel Story<div align="center"><em><span style="color:#000099;">From a hole in the ground to an 8-story 5-star hotel...for 18 months we watched the construction of a hotel from the window of the Lima Central Mission. Every Monday, when we went to the office for the Central and South Missions clinic, I took a picture. No one knows who is building the luxury hotel.</span></em></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmh8xk7dreLrtsJBMAtxjRkv8ytTrSq4DhersUxziNaxRDeOdTyAdAAs5-h6K0WW-O4h45JYcRZLmWgDE0ZXVhQ7f5riMzo_5nMobYkk29brEit8LlnZs2En6qM5Ta6keK3_KmjWN3lj8L/s1600/P1050034.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579098774562697650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmh8xk7dreLrtsJBMAtxjRkv8ytTrSq4DhersUxziNaxRDeOdTyAdAAs5-h6K0WW-O4h45JYcRZLmWgDE0ZXVhQ7f5riMzo_5nMobYkk29brEit8LlnZs2En6qM5Ta6keK3_KmjWN3lj8L/s320/P1050034.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> For a few weeks all the materials were on a knoll where the crane is sitting. The excavation was done in the front left corner. Then the materials were placed by crane on the back left corner while the platform to the right was being constructed. The platform then became the place for the pile of metal and sheetrock while the rock and dirt were excavated in the back left corner.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN_LILexflxpjOeRcpG9lCVHYzfKtTT57ciHSMad2t8merVaGrJzxnDc5lma6CM4uBVaLM2HGHlU4ctkwu4P_3K7AuvXhvSTpWQ31e7AmiLbs8DNLj2vz7wjMpsr-xvqfVQUARSUfVyPXd/s1600/P1050031.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579098769316631474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN_LILexflxpjOeRcpG9lCVHYzfKtTT57ciHSMad2t8merVaGrJzxnDc5lma6CM4uBVaLM2HGHlU4ctkwu4P_3K7AuvXhvSTpWQ31e7AmiLbs8DNLj2vz7wjMpsr-xvqfVQUARSUfVyPXd/s320/P1050031.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Later we learned that platform was the roof of the underground parking. You can see the retaining wall in the right corner. The people living in the house on the other side of the wall refused to move. We could understand their reluctance to give up their Colonial era home even though they lost their back yard and privacy. There are no windows on that side of the hotel as far as we could tell.<br /><br /></span></em><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd-suT9iWeay_ELyz_vyFSeQ1jLWxw6F3VXLEF7ktc3Fx_Q39sHrWrHK8U6PYITF75joIx8GCzKWtyR5kEA62QDLtQtjsr1HYDouI63kNd9sipT06bQt5XD3tSbmgB_15CYEBgJF_861EU/s1600/P1050030.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579098763033477378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd-suT9iWeay_ELyz_vyFSeQ1jLWxw6F3VXLEF7ktc3Fx_Q39sHrWrHK8U6PYITF75joIx8GCzKWtyR5kEA62QDLtQtjsr1HYDouI63kNd9sipT06bQt5XD3tSbmgB_15CYEBgJF_861EU/s320/P1050030.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">The picture does not show the second steam shovel working to excavate the last remaining pile of rock and dirt but the two steam shovels worked for two or three weeks two level what had been the ramp for the trucks carrying away the debris.<br /></span></em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi14q04hsUukVJVUYEBM6eOx6TISyuiMHL7FifFGdcGA03o6QhwKHUY5oAFokWEcEAiMG3KS2bmmuwnPsdKEZRIL2sJjD7skMmOeS3PWQ0X3Vnmz7RS6Eo85TRoR1x4J6SRx71602iultbE/s1600/P1060462.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579096841480607890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi14q04hsUukVJVUYEBM6eOx6TISyuiMHL7FifFGdcGA03o6QhwKHUY5oAFokWEcEAiMG3KS2bmmuwnPsdKEZRIL2sJjD7skMmOeS3PWQ0X3Vnmz7RS6Eo85TRoR1x4J6SRx71602iultbE/s320/P1060462.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> There were times when we thought this crane was going to come through the windows of the Central Mission office. And...we thought the crane operator was one brave soul to climb the ladder into the cab of the crane. It was also fascinating to watch the additions to the crane as the hotel grew. </span></em><br /><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHQ3nRDd6eBintMwBElk9gORM8hyphenhyphenvuDcjdSErht1ZX9uwBm9S_q7QqrnKJEEXafVH3-X-DE9uSak9ZGPHSLCAuxIk6VqnkZmGsy_WM2u7RgXSF8MJ-NNsPskb-hlw4ZPXCwftlKuPqxPxQ/s1600/P1060455.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579096838500063010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHQ3nRDd6eBintMwBElk9gORM8hyphenhyphenvuDcjdSErht1ZX9uwBm9S_q7QqrnKJEEXafVH3-X-DE9uSak9ZGPHSLCAuxIk6VqnkZmGsy_WM2u7RgXSF8MJ-NNsPskb-hlw4ZPXCwftlKuPqxPxQ/s320/P1060455.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">We didn't count the number of construction workers but there must have been 100 men on the job. Security was tight--three or four security officers were on site at all times. The construction workers wore colorful hard hats and uniforms depending on their rank and tasks.<br /></span></em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvexuRMp4LVeEcEb6S73145a2NnEg5aA_pRoAz0rDzFU-7oSJ59JhoWeOIOdm9vPmqadxzxVaKwVj33bkd3C0Cx4W7NTU-WduHLUmMTtEVFQHNeyEzGliWW-iD4OIIdW0XL4yjeSwnRar1/s1600/P1060712.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579096834315971394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvexuRMp4LVeEcEb6S73145a2NnEg5aA_pRoAz0rDzFU-7oSJ59JhoWeOIOdm9vPmqadxzxVaKwVj33bkd3C0Cx4W7NTU-WduHLUmMTtEVFQHNeyEzGliWW-iD4OIIdW0XL4yjeSwnRar1/s320/P1060712.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">The lobby is visible on the right. The two-story parking terrace is below and will be accessed from the back of the hotel.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBsgcf2gzFQM-jgwcPmMamrXtuZd-UmdndYOqpMKhS73Ib3cK_itY1IchuUodWcfZRayA0SV1SIRiy4Umpg3BN57W6CH9csegGkL4AyadS90Msmh_MwuTedJPrcnvjipMxYeJ23qsqdN7c/s1600/P1080080.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579095815673607570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBsgcf2gzFQM-jgwcPmMamrXtuZd-UmdndYOqpMKhS73Ib3cK_itY1IchuUodWcfZRayA0SV1SIRiy4Umpg3BN57W6CH9csegGkL4AyadS90Msmh_MwuTedJPrcnvjipMxYeJ23qsqdN7c/s320/P1080080.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> The floors are now all in place in this picture.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJqlJT4voXew6aRfYJx7ISo4hC3D9MM5XiEJA3fLyLlQOzt_269pqGY9T7XKxpSUpQ6poMsdmhPg3fr4g61oxl_by13ujBPi_Pwn1jrKxrAszJOmgK9n8ysQEEMMU5n42B3siZxXipABX-/s1600/P1090291.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579095810044428402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJqlJT4voXew6aRfYJx7ISo4hC3D9MM5XiEJA3fLyLlQOzt_269pqGY9T7XKxpSUpQ6poMsdmhPg3fr4g61oxl_by13ujBPi_Pwn1jrKxrAszJOmgK9n8ysQEEMMU5n42B3siZxXipABX-/s320/P1090291.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> This picture shows the windows going in and the decorative front being placed on the hotel.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0f7fJETqvQzGTFwCe52byFQT24HPOqpyRTniMpcY-vuS6WMyFgZZ2xKF5DlYlEI6nxmRzujw7dAsh2NU5vfXL4GL-cT0LeoO8t4OZuoZIfkwRRuI1_0sbAMcpq50gKDr0D83szqndSUEh/s1600/P1090470.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579095803541017906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0f7fJETqvQzGTFwCe52byFQT24HPOqpyRTniMpcY-vuS6WMyFgZZ2xKF5DlYlEI6nxmRzujw7dAsh2NU5vfXL4GL-cT0LeoO8t4OZuoZIfkwRRuI1_0sbAMcpq50gKDr0D83szqndSUEh/s320/P1090470.JPG" /></a><em> <span style="color:#000099;">I like this picture because it shows some of the district of San Isidro. The original Lima South Mission home is not far from here. Also a few blocks to the right is the sacred pre-Inca huallca with the steep ramp which we toured with Margaret and Ted and Emma, Spencer, and Kate when they visited us in August.</span></em></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Suzanne Slingerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345615438286075228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851910607816486991.post-19236894514480263862011-02-03T05:04:00.001-08:002011-02-08T18:01:18.334-08:00Cleaning the Angel Moroni<span style="color:#000099;"><em>The Lima Temple closes in February for a deep cleaning inside and out. This is a view one doesn't often see.</em></span><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Kj9xGZ8nRwEfg8mcg1OM8HCIAX5dnHXG3plZDK0c0-1Il9JCpoBKRH7kJmdZINPCnvPnKWdmj7C0rE2urAzDHb9VNi50qL1tbIoki0VpqUHyWlv6Dg9VW3ZgYIKjbWQVyNma11VnxBDd/s1600/P1100281.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569451553404601730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Kj9xGZ8nRwEfg8mcg1OM8HCIAX5dnHXG3plZDK0c0-1Il9JCpoBKRH7kJmdZINPCnvPnKWdmj7C0rE2urAzDHb9VNi50qL1tbIoki0VpqUHyWlv6Dg9VW3ZgYIKjbWQVyNma11VnxBDd/s320/P1100281.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">The Angel Moroni is getting a complete wash down. All the spires are scrubbed as well. This is the first time we have seen the Angel Moroni getting a scrub down. POST SCRIPT: </span></em><em><span style="color:#000066;">From our driver we learned Angel Moroni is getting a bano de oro, a new layer of gold leafing. </span></em><br /></p>Suzanne Slingerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345615438286075228noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851910607816486991.post-90431808900329966632011-02-03T03:03:00.000-08:002011-02-03T04:17:57.060-08:00Kennedy Park, Mireflores<em><span style="color:#000099;">For 16 months we had been hearing we should go to Kennedy Park in Mireflores on a Saturday for the art show. Finally, the senior couples found a Saturday to go together not only for the art show but for a delicious pasta lunch at Glorietta's, the restaurant the Whettens found and took us to early in December.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisYkZvH4jOMkVQOEEHOiO5Z7GfseMdkU4k6ThRlx9psZBlsMUVIzcDWdeW3KR80U2jr0y4YlgadgVOLUvQm6Ro-NIp-iueltWI2O1IhcXDctC0Z-kHIr2z3ETGkYQrGPZpkNJmdTvFlirJ/s1600/P1100013.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569425288054822706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisYkZvH4jOMkVQOEEHOiO5Z7GfseMdkU4k6ThRlx9psZBlsMUVIzcDWdeW3KR80U2jr0y4YlgadgVOLUvQm6Ro-NIp-iueltWI2O1IhcXDctC0Z-kHIr2z3ETGkYQrGPZpkNJmdTvFlirJ/s320/P1100013.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">The Mireflores Cathedral is the backdrop for the park and art show. The surrounding buildings are decidedly Colonial Spanish.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj46LbKVzE7hpAF8MsEq4LHIxJXeCe2KdiFArJXSF9hszzmrPPm2lhuIP7sX_FVp3x2e-SaDnIpTwAy7NhScTMsRycHPd737UPGTGkLYIUdIVbonIBxxQpGKM_QCtLFBTMYlvN6zbCwpgI-/s1600/P1100051.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569425285099348562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj46LbKVzE7hpAF8MsEq4LHIxJXeCe2KdiFArJXSF9hszzmrPPm2lhuIP7sX_FVp3x2e-SaDnIpTwAy7NhScTMsRycHPd737UPGTGkLYIUdIVbonIBxxQpGKM_QCtLFBTMYlvN6zbCwpgI-/s320/P1100051.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">From left to right: Elders and Hnas Noall, Beals, Ghents, Seegmillers, Abeytas, and Slingerlands.</span></em><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEbx4W7akycBWCPtPGba0iEKZYLn_Kt6HgQ76I5Zlt9eQpQi9AOei6JhZ71cqIyHg5a4Uypzh_cesa1bXs7aB80hX_cIdDwEJchDSt5tNOupTVgaMQdXLLK8ilqtHDo5r5WdwJbd8iAAwp/s1600/P1100014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569425278565236338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEbx4W7akycBWCPtPGba0iEKZYLn_Kt6HgQ76I5Zlt9eQpQi9AOei6JhZ71cqIyHg5a4Uypzh_cesa1bXs7aB80hX_cIdDwEJchDSt5tNOupTVgaMQdXLLK8ilqtHDo5r5WdwJbd8iAAwp/s320/P1100014.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Many artists were "sticky" salespeople first and artists second. We just couldn't look at the art because they were agressivily pushing their pictures and telling us the subject matter, etc. When we hesitated, they talked of a "discuenta." We didn't buy any art but I did buy a pretty multiglass necklace.</span></em><br /><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsl0iOLbtMx4qtxqYf5URA8lvC5xR7q7xxi3MNYESsdKLUEYv7XWYEMHxfmNDmio7_9EtoX2x7rWUWbHFvpt-PHZC-OkMiCPMt7u-KEnRoV47QiBdnvQvSEWiUVBzAdWywynwsphPTwiV2/s1600/P1100024.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569423095922356994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsl0iOLbtMx4qtxqYf5URA8lvC5xR7q7xxi3MNYESsdKLUEYv7XWYEMHxfmNDmio7_9EtoX2x7rWUWbHFvpt-PHZC-OkMiCPMt7u-KEnRoV47QiBdnvQvSEWiUVBzAdWywynwsphPTwiV2/s320/P1100024.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> The Abeytas sat for their portrait. They drew quite a crowd. Elder Abeyta, by the way, makes the best sopapillas and tortillas we have ever eaten.<br /></span></em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXgPHSXEeHUd5dty2-y9gYMzHqtxLUrwpLs5haA6vMVB0bjKyWOvVT0R9ae2psK0bUWrkkdZgZP6-YsKyprxhul8nama5sTjfaBv2bKkU4MQNyfbAZ_TC72B5Bd_elXLI7lpZY8maVJb_H/s1600/P1100021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569423087716329954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXgPHSXEeHUd5dty2-y9gYMzHqtxLUrwpLs5haA6vMVB0bjKyWOvVT0R9ae2psK0bUWrkkdZgZP6-YsKyprxhul8nama5sTjfaBv2bKkU4MQNyfbAZ_TC72B5Bd_elXLI7lpZY8maVJb_H/s320/P1100021.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> If I had bought any artesania tipico, one of colorful, canvas-on-wood paintings would have been my choice.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSao5Bik0LeWA1tIYxCiA4uXh1H_6MObB2O4gKHVp7O0haqqiuJL6259hYw5pK4FH1LNcBc1-2gvWd1xuvmaNT5mXzN9KCi0tTbOixTKQHVeCyFYQXdISzRuy9Oke5__N-H1taZ8-AfD4F/s1600/P1100012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569423086314790034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSao5Bik0LeWA1tIYxCiA4uXh1H_6MObB2O4gKHVp7O0haqqiuJL6259hYw5pK4FH1LNcBc1-2gvWd1xuvmaNT5mXzN9KCi0tTbOixTKQHVeCyFYQXdISzRuy9Oke5__N-H1taZ8-AfD4F/s320/P1100012.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">This guy is typical of the street vendors we run into when we go to Inca Market, Larco Mar, or any other tourist venue. I did not buy my necklace from him.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglxSBp9TkBw6uVWIkXX3xCwTCpeg1cL8zkWtiaU5Ex0uT_3DAf-ze6mEnFcAZDWJvNf6ROLSVy0boAIe3GPi7H-kzAVVLFH50keLpx49BGXQPHp-F99wllBl14M5ZkLAFAsNXrLUSpNoe3/s1600/P1100049.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569419971796770274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglxSBp9TkBw6uVWIkXX3xCwTCpeg1cL8zkWtiaU5Ex0uT_3DAf-ze6mEnFcAZDWJvNf6ROLSVy0boAIe3GPi7H-kzAVVLFH50keLpx49BGXQPHp-F99wllBl14M5ZkLAFAsNXrLUSpNoe3/s320/P1100049.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Glorietta's is famous for their homemade Italian meat and vegetable sauces and homemade pastas. Dad and I shared a pasta sampler.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikwoJjlGnsD3TjAMcT-62zELu__p7WUZaqIF37aCWTcbPJSJjxuzhPz9JiAh5FioArU9zDc5vg8fTW4X7tzPh6KdpC69UIhOkjnZoHyTJtikrxgILkirX4cTbenOUxMUrsQhV2xyn77L2h/s1600/P1100045.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569419968236064514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikwoJjlGnsD3TjAMcT-62zELu__p7WUZaqIF37aCWTcbPJSJjxuzhPz9JiAh5FioArU9zDc5vg8fTW4X7tzPh6KdpC69UIhOkjnZoHyTJtikrxgILkirX4cTbenOUxMUrsQhV2xyn77L2h/s320/P1100045.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> This musician was amazingly talented with his mandolin and pan pipes. We were happy to give him soles. </span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjabLvqEXEkVbh0KE2sz4TJJDOxHZL6yBVSP-ALEYATyPlYpixBMufgeuaZhEPj2yYLe_ZRDLwIYVxZxkJ7buuaIsgoc3HuTlaW5VGtDHX2OCxGnis74-_9vyAiqbtfvqintrURY5vOYnub/s1600/P1100055.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569419963714937250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjabLvqEXEkVbh0KE2sz4TJJDOxHZL6yBVSP-ALEYATyPlYpixBMufgeuaZhEPj2yYLe_ZRDLwIYVxZxkJ7buuaIsgoc3HuTlaW5VGtDHX2OCxGnis74-_9vyAiqbtfvqintrURY5vOYnub/s320/P1100055.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">This is an alley of unique restaurants--Italian, Mexican style, pizzas, and cosmopolitan restaurants, not Italian food Peruano style or Mexican Peruano style, etc. The restaurants reflect the uniqueness of Mireflores and San Isidro where one hears more English and European languages in addition to the Spanish.</span></em>Suzanne Slingerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345615438286075228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851910607816486991.post-57035291032192295312011-02-02T06:44:00.001-08:002011-02-02T07:19:53.117-08:00Thin Air and ...Bullet Holes!?!<span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><em>President Sloan met our plane in Quito. The day before Dad had admitted one of his missionaries with an appendicitis. He was operated on in the evening. President Sloan asked us if we'd like to visit him on the way to the mission home. Of course we did. Quito is at about 9000 ft. above sea level. We came from sea level and didn't think anything about thin air or the effects of altitude but, when we climbed the stairs to the skywalk, I became quite light headed.</em></span><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFrhuZye9qap0y8cq5auSdpZK2xMCzh4_BM4IX9xma3fdc9Mlv0LJBjcguoMH6R3NT5sLBdEoEChQXSqElG6yVc6kAsxA0xBelFS7IADycaQO3odpYikzUAxONZr8P0fh_-OhIIaY9L32G/s1600/P1100132.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569105704985031986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFrhuZye9qap0y8cq5auSdpZK2xMCzh4_BM4IX9xma3fdc9Mlv0LJBjcguoMH6R3NT5sLBdEoEChQXSqElG6yVc6kAsxA0xBelFS7IADycaQO3odpYikzUAxONZr8P0fh_-OhIIaY9L32G/s320/P1100132.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">This is one of the views from the mission home in a high rise apartment building. Who would ever guess such a modern, beautiful city would be the scene of a battle between the military and the police. Less than two years ago that was the case.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG8Gn3_DbTOAegsI59Al3AQ6vZxzc22uNGfB7dNHZ0OYuxDN00_47gDzvjr60a8sBQ2zKg_-GGAA8pjyEB3lKpx-_JrpQ9iDV-Le4y85l1OhHSs5DGpzg4QZGs0N79sfa-PxexFx6n1yxO/s1600/P1100066.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569105701228526450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG8Gn3_DbTOAegsI59Al3AQ6vZxzc22uNGfB7dNHZ0OYuxDN00_47gDzvjr60a8sBQ2zKg_-GGAA8pjyEB3lKpx-_JrpQ9iDV-Le4y85l1OhHSs5DGpzg4QZGs0N79sfa-PxexFx6n1yxO/s320/P1100066.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">It really isn't a laughing matter but we hammed it up to please the Elders who took the picture. We were shocked, however, to see not just one but several bullet holes in the plexiglass of the skywalk from the parking terrace to the hospital. The police station is just behind Dad, and the police returned the fire of the military.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXWxqzRuKmSCVMCgQdpiFbJUihDQZrM9PNyEIjvznozVXRM0uzof_UyPZqS3Vc3g1KTVj08-viAuTdXF0_AuE3wIzI1WnFfnYEcsRy79vVEW66241GqSof0ppCE_Nujpc0-99egLafgZrg/s1600/P1100064.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569105695194446338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXWxqzRuKmSCVMCgQdpiFbJUihDQZrM9PNyEIjvznozVXRM0uzof_UyPZqS3Vc3g1KTVj08-viAuTdXF0_AuE3wIzI1WnFfnYEcsRy79vVEW66241GqSof0ppCE_Nujpc0-99egLafgZrg/s320/P1100064.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">The walkway was quite long, maybe the length of half a city block. The section over the highway has the bullet holes as a reminder of how unsettled the government is. The day after we arrived in Quito, President and Hna. Sloan took us to Otavalo by way of a beautiful scenic highway (<span style="font-size:85%;">see the Otavalo blog</span>). President Sloan could not enter the highway at the usual spot, so he drove through the city to another entrance only to find that entrance backed up as well. He discovered that some Otavalans, upset with the police over some issue, had blocked the highway, cutting off access to Otavalo. President Sloan told us that was not an isolated incident. After about 30 minutes, the roadblock was removed, and we were on our way.</span></em> </div></div>Suzanne Slingerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345615438286075228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851910607816486991.post-20996137140250109252011-01-30T18:19:00.001-08:002011-01-30T20:19:11.108-08:00Quito<span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><em>Quito, Ecuador is older than Lima. Pizarro founded Quito in 1552 and built his city over the last Inca's temples. The city's Colonial buildings cover a larger area. Because of that, Quito was designated a cultural center of South America. The city really is beautiful, clean, easy to walk in, and the traffic is not as heavy. Traffic rules are enforced. Drivers yielded to one another and stayed in their lanes. Funny the things one notices. We could live in Quito. Oh, the hills are green!</em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgarJpYd_ASg8wrszpgiqalHUrOAzRwlGd8bcneEXca5e9v9jZa4gdOnyidW_99f7VeAJwOHUe13gqpoaOBp7-cBn4H4z8LJsdAxqO997FZRSwVI2yWXPvD291ynzMXcW_LPAH0ILA7oNAM/s1600/P1100168.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568189715219794978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgarJpYd_ASg8wrszpgiqalHUrOAzRwlGd8bcneEXca5e9v9jZa4gdOnyidW_99f7VeAJwOHUe13gqpoaOBp7-cBn4H4z8LJsdAxqO997FZRSwVI2yWXPvD291ynzMXcW_LPAH0ILA7oNAM/s320/P1100168.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><em> We arrived at the governor's palace too late to tour the building, but we looked in onto a grand patio almost as large as a parade ground. The present governor is the first governor not to live in the governor's palace in over 200 years. A young man touring all of South America on his own offered to take our picture.</em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQj4oOFLBg-iYPvxEKWDFlnWKPjkMTzSExejdtBL7qiFyrMSZs5XbBlL9YZB_dSqoDWXnKV2ubveh9LHA7hweF6S4xjGm_WLrC4J9BTsZg0it4WaZkLm05zJHGhBQ8SGgfZpcZ5aKsXNTp/s1600/P1100127.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568189714225869570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQj4oOFLBg-iYPvxEKWDFlnWKPjkMTzSExejdtBL7qiFyrMSZs5XbBlL9YZB_dSqoDWXnKV2ubveh9LHA7hweF6S4xjGm_WLrC4J9BTsZg0it4WaZkLm05zJHGhBQ8SGgfZpcZ5aKsXNTp/s320/P1100127.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">The view from President and Hna. Sloan's home was breathtaking. You can see one of the five volcanoes in the background. The clouds were always hovering over the tops of the volcanoes. One morning we looked out to see the mountains clear only for a moment. By the time I had found the camera, the volcanoes were obscured. If these volcanoes ever erupt at the same time, Quito is toast...</span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="color:#000099;">The rooftops are either white or red tile. The city is clean and easy to get around. The outlying highways are modern and reminded us of the scenic parkways in New Jersey.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilKtveP0fwyGsVju99xJsC1auLlyUPQTTiJDvRolwe9MKpswuX2nYIDy2PvagDWSKyhaDfl65EPC_fJ_VQGuiQ2D-wPjHEpTAvdwhV1BB5kEed21JXWZ09cBkHybdO1wp8NvKcWJUUJKSB/s1600/P1100169.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568189707005146914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilKtveP0fwyGsVju99xJsC1auLlyUPQTTiJDvRolwe9MKpswuX2nYIDy2PvagDWSKyhaDfl65EPC_fJ_VQGuiQ2D-wPjHEpTAvdwhV1BB5kEed21JXWZ09cBkHybdO1wp8NvKcWJUUJKSB/s320/P1100169.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">This is a typical Spanish hacienda now used as a restaurant and artesania shops.</span></em><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5aNeG0vgQC12fR8dtETZ0Xkb3Ef0Zut0Emery0W7KNNAz0-VXukD6unUMYgMaA3XGcaOJviJCDyWfffnT8dyZxBiM7ZUXBLKrISw-QHpA6anwfC0I4jKj-rqzRmVJek2qBoGF0Jw_dEEL/s1600/P1100173.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568174889127847458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5aNeG0vgQC12fR8dtETZ0Xkb3Ef0Zut0Emery0W7KNNAz0-VXukD6unUMYgMaA3XGcaOJviJCDyWfffnT8dyZxBiM7ZUXBLKrISw-QHpA6anwfC0I4jKj-rqzRmVJek2qBoGF0Jw_dEEL/s320/P1100173.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#000099;"><em>These are the steps leading to the grand Basilica or main Cathedral and convent built over one of the last Inca's temples. We read that remnants of the Inca empire could be found beneath Quito</em></span>.</span> </span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2DCFIAEMdgxNpWhBGDkYgvXC_pmnT5NdWNPCl6lU4qd8csLq3AAeW8NYgiw4PoosOfM2zN0BgkfAB_dJkPgG-5d6q6LLZ85PtGsJ14IncjPkSMltJbjdpykUZSKULvNRHOpfddxGoXG4a/s1600/P1100171.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568174885773977938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2DCFIAEMdgxNpWhBGDkYgvXC_pmnT5NdWNPCl6lU4qd8csLq3AAeW8NYgiw4PoosOfM2zN0BgkfAB_dJkPgG-5d6q6LLZ85PtGsJ14IncjPkSMltJbjdpykUZSKULvNRHOpfddxGoXG4a/s320/P1100171.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">This foto does not represent the steepness of this narrow road leading down from the Basilica. The roadways in the city were all narrow, built only for carriages.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOvW8rh_kyDb3DvbH9lrxhcmoUxA7OiXwXJGS2Fsmtm_yUWa-gRue3Mhgp8B9IWR04ICqiquGL8Y7W3HrDu6eZsqJGO110v-58mMu24J0DqW4hRj6qsByr3XjdLchyphenhyphentR3aGvDg43-EY-wo/s1600/P1100159.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568174880394774466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOvW8rh_kyDb3DvbH9lrxhcmoUxA7OiXwXJGS2Fsmtm_yUWa-gRue3Mhgp8B9IWR04ICqiquGL8Y7W3HrDu6eZsqJGO110v-58mMu24J0DqW4hRj6qsByr3XjdLchyphenhyphentR3aGvDg43-EY-wo/s320/P1100159.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">One of the active volcanoes can be reached by teleferico or cable car. We made the trip only to discover we were in the clouds, it was cold at the top, and to really reach the volcano, we'd have to walk another 30 minutes on a narrow, steep path. We were happy for the birdseye view of Quito.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCZOnSTcvAnRuHBSY2s6qvUkh-Nve5yuEOOiLGbDAOCFtcsXhwGs9JI6m1vTypRVSRQLpd2HJZTyfnp5Xq8c-i_sPG0yrrig-f3qaaDq5ZDPbSuKmqZx-woXiRblz0HJcYn_Iis5YILUs/s1600/P1100164.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568171770338752290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCZOnSTcvAnRuHBSY2s6qvUkh-Nve5yuEOOiLGbDAOCFtcsXhwGs9JI6m1vTypRVSRQLpd2HJZTyfnp5Xq8c-i_sPG0yrrig-f3qaaDq5ZDPbSuKmqZx-woXiRblz0HJcYn_Iis5YILUs/s320/P1100164.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">The hill in the background of this narrow, cobblestone street is where President Spencer W. Kimball dedicated the land for the preaching of the Gospel. I don't have a date for that prayer. Our guide wanted to take us there but we were concerned about getting back to the Sloans for dinner.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW9_vPMNYYnEvWTt0EOBakzUA_V1d9oJ3D8fF6FYNwldCinho00YeKA-vCY6Vzdb5lTKDIoPH-Ld29oLAkhDbOSDyatwiQoc6eD_-hR8fROBcyUPU9msQ4DK9hHYmDbdbopWmulsTDnmU/s1600/P1100162.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568171768140429346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW9_vPMNYYnEvWTt0EOBakzUA_V1d9oJ3D8fF6FYNwldCinho00YeKA-vCY6Vzdb5lTKDIoPH-Ld29oLAkhDbOSDyatwiQoc6eD_-hR8fROBcyUPU9msQ4DK9hHYmDbdbopWmulsTDnmU/s320/P1100162.JPG" /></a><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">We were able to enter one of the famous cathedrals on the main square. The stained glass windows were really stunning. </span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgwZLcO3cSBB235Ijr-p0nP1eykHqj-ABRggAImKRqJqRUd_pKLskZjqLWaUODeWINhEKKp_qliIOodywvUHFYxtUD7ZbIuAB3fjRKrqDaI5MSBao-0RaOq5Ta99ntLeOdc9X4011Y1BQ/s1600/P1100163.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568171757113124098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgwZLcO3cSBB235Ijr-p0nP1eykHqj-ABRggAImKRqJqRUd_pKLskZjqLWaUODeWINhEKKp_qliIOodywvUHFYxtUD7ZbIuAB3fjRKrqDaI5MSBao-0RaOq5Ta99ntLeOdc9X4011Y1BQ/s320/P1100163.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">The vaulted ceiling and the cement archways reminded me very much of Westminister Abbey in London.</span></em></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Suzanne Slingerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345615438286075228noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851910607816486991.post-12239377168635833542011-01-29T14:31:00.000-08:002011-01-29T17:58:09.566-08:00Otavalo<span style="color:#000099;"><em><strong>Otavalo is a beautiful valley nestled under the Andes and three active but dormant volcanoes. The most famous volcano, Cotapaxi, erupted just two years ago. President and Hna. Sloan and their family were playing a game on the bed. The concussion was deafening, they said. The fire show was spectacular. We were invited to visit Mision Quito to present the new health plan to President and Hna. Sloan and the mission nurse. The Sloans invited us to speak in two zone conferences and visit the medical doctors have been really helpful in caring for their missionaries. Otavalo is only 30 miles from Quito, but driving there takes roughly two hours. The two-lane highway winds through scenic mountains and valleys known for the huge Ecuador roses grown in green houses which spread across the valleys like white lines on a football field.</strong></em></span><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhneMwHKPaHYANJ50z_057Mj65breHdMMYG73bmQTyQwTG8AaYD_qsNjnHB5NS4DE16ZlCF7_QvfQxkDhclPUmAD6fAV29yZeS6cqGUXeU5pgl4Wc6MvOhh2M3NSS-yokH8QDaJNVbvRRw/s1600/P1100116.JPG"><span style="color:#000099;"><em><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567774044009075346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhneMwHKPaHYANJ50z_057Mj65breHdMMYG73bmQTyQwTG8AaYD_qsNjnHB5NS4DE16ZlCF7_QvfQxkDhclPUmAD6fAV29yZeS6cqGUXeU5pgl4Wc6MvOhh2M3NSS-yokH8QDaJNVbvRRw/s320/P1100116.JPG" /></em></span></a><span style="color:#000099;"><em> The roses are exported to the USA and to Europe. They are inexpensive, a fraction of the cost of roses in the USA. Hna. Sloan gave us a dozen long stem roses when we arrived.</em></span><span style="color:#000099;"><em><br /></em></span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEing-3AXF7kilhcNMrmUqPa1MdyeHcSceuYB7PQslAscSvMidZBLwgTd9WibWAuXp2KZZPbiLCpaUlIJ-mfSAzB6TLjfnCAeA3rJDiYD9uMs6sZXAvWhrDYwXfsyD6I3DqQhox8LOfdoTE/s1600/P1100071.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567774041354899250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEing-3AXF7kilhcNMrmUqPa1MdyeHcSceuYB7PQslAscSvMidZBLwgTd9WibWAuXp2KZZPbiLCpaUlIJ-mfSAzB6TLjfnCAeA3rJDiYD9uMs6sZXAvWhrDYwXfsyD6I3DqQhox8LOfdoTE/s320/P1100071.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> The Otavalans wear the native costume their people have worn for centuries. The women wear brightly embroidered, silk blouses, black skirts, simple black sandals, and their hair is uncut and braided. The men wear white pants, white silk shirts, and white or black cloth sandals. Their hair is also long and braided. Hna. Sloan said she heard that a man whose hair is cut short has shamed the family or tribe in some way. </span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQPDYdHWaa1mQDF0UEc-Gzoj9lkY1t5L_TXm0yhxbaiOf80ytw4_vjsMgWZKU9GaAFTzRyk7DvdFTi4X0LLuftNW_ZtKuryWECY21Ny_1wUfwYD4DVfF5mu2tQBUr7nh2M-1HcABS_yWo/s1600/P1100126.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567758911307713170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQPDYdHWaa1mQDF0UEc-Gzoj9lkY1t5L_TXm0yhxbaiOf80ytw4_vjsMgWZKU9GaAFTzRyk7DvdFTi4X0LLuftNW_ZtKuryWECY21Ny_1wUfwYD4DVfF5mu2tQBUr7nh2M-1HcABS_yWo/s320/P1100126.JPG" /></a><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">Dad, Hermana Sloan, and one of the missionaries we knew well from the CCM are visiting after the zone conference. The Sloans travel to Otavalo once a month for conferences and interviews. Hna. Sloan takes whole wheat bread and peanut butter and honey or hazelnut spread for a snack during the zone conference. I really enjoyed helping her make them and passing them to the missionaries. She packed a fun car-picnic lunch for us all--tuna sandwiches with sliced apples (a novel idea and unique taste experience), fruits, veggies, granola bars, and chocolate. When we arrived in Otavalo, we went directly to the ward building for the conference.</span></em><br /><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfD2KrJaJyTMziPhTACCTfwTglFagdc9wFtBaOKOkiDAzktWzfBL51zaU2uSVrErvxhgDLt0waqgJqQuMfmkPKVzNue2Mbasbonb4QEGkL-T7fudSHW6zkx1kx70oJWBPU8Tuq3DEQdE/s1600/P1100125.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567758902917310418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfD2KrJaJyTMziPhTACCTfwTglFagdc9wFtBaOKOkiDAzktWzfBL51zaU2uSVrErvxhgDLt0waqgJqQuMfmkPKVzNue2Mbasbonb4QEGkL-T7fudSHW6zkx1kx70oJWBPU8Tuq3DEQdE/s320/P1100125.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">There is nothing like seeing two Hermanas I have known, taught, and loved while serving in the CCM. These two are the highest baptising companionship. They just sparkle with love for the work and the people. Otavalo is one place all the missionaries want to serve. </span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI4eLVNiUQTGZ10Xh6cwRVC6N4t75HxW4Nu1s-Wzw8tXc4MAsaSUIfC0H_l0d3hDvhVvFRxYBEyXnGj6l8aoVO_idGGNp22im4AaZD3Xfg9d5HyrNvkhVcqlFGQpTcoJIOFO3jzA0XKeQ/s1600/P1100119.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567758900498912066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI4eLVNiUQTGZ10Xh6cwRVC6N4t75HxW4Nu1s-Wzw8tXc4MAsaSUIfC0H_l0d3hDvhVvFRxYBEyXnGj6l8aoVO_idGGNp22im4AaZD3Xfg9d5HyrNvkhVcqlFGQpTcoJIOFO3jzA0XKeQ/s320/P1100119.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> In this little city there are two stakes and 18 wards. This is a typical South America ward building. There is an Elder in the CCM right now from Otavalo. It was so fun to tell him we had just been there. A few months ago we had two other Elders and an Hermana. The Hna. and one of the Elders dressed in the native dress and wore the long braid. The other Elder and the one who arrived at the CCM this week have the long braids but missionary suits. </span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgglZdl83LSkXpf5UtCQIjqHAKjyZhDe2F73sSzhucc2os_cT9lyXSOM6XR1pEpbDb70n2oZnZ8IDro9vJxESrO2zrVJjve2EBHITFu_NMgaq5dzjE0j25On1nLg55AUxdaUSafNutLGuY/s1600/P1100120.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567756343825939858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgglZdl83LSkXpf5UtCQIjqHAKjyZhDe2F73sSzhucc2os_cT9lyXSOM6XR1pEpbDb70n2oZnZ8IDro9vJxESrO2zrVJjve2EBHITFu_NMgaq5dzjE0j25On1nLg55AUxdaUSafNutLGuY/s320/P1100120.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Hermana Sloan was excited to take me to the market at the center of town. We had about an hour before we were to speak--she thought we could do it in a short time. I could have stayed the whole day! This was the market of markets. Talk about "local color," the women and men were beautiful. The old folks were weathered and fascinating. This woman is winding her alpaca wool to weave a rug or blanket. She has a pile of wool at her feet which she winds neatly around her neck. Their brightly colored and designed blankets were just mouthwateringly beautiful. Alas! We had no room in our carry-on suitcases. Dad wanted to go back to see the market so we went a second time for just a half hour the second day.</span></em><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAThtFKGVD8ooFrDrr5UkJh3XMZ2YHSD1nMER7U6ATLgAtb6ndMKa93dKE_aI48pNJ40LH15f17fquHsGuzL3lqnlGZXOhLlMt5GziOFqytA_ZnR0Kh3pfze8kFXkYGatApF4E6GlrjIc/s1600/P1100121.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567756336912137538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAThtFKGVD8ooFrDrr5UkJh3XMZ2YHSD1nMER7U6ATLgAtb6ndMKa93dKE_aI48pNJ40LH15f17fquHsGuzL3lqnlGZXOhLlMt5GziOFqytA_ZnR0Kh3pfze8kFXkYGatApF4E6GlrjIc/s320/P1100121.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">The woman facing forward in the picture is embroidering. Neither woman looked up when I took their picture.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVaDNrd852p0z1Bf6pt6mpJp_A0qPP_-jw0-v1TKfaAVQqElDQreZRPvWSKNBm2lznc2Pf1P45OgZq5TcUv4N58clWFIM6rvtzoHZP1F-tOuAHGNjJXJDEeT916t-Q95j9VMMd9u2QIGs/s1600/P1100124.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567751116506801970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVaDNrd852p0z1Bf6pt6mpJp_A0qPP_-jw0-v1TKfaAVQqElDQreZRPvWSKNBm2lznc2Pf1P45OgZq5TcUv4N58clWFIM6rvtzoHZP1F-tOuAHGNjJXJDEeT916t-Q95j9VMMd9u2QIGs/s320/P1100124.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Hna. Sloan said these litle girls, twins possibly, usually ask for money when someone takes their picture. I didn't think of it at the time and didn't have pockets to put change in which usually is a good idea on days like this. You can see the lacy sheer sleeves. </span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCz6KiN0Gqak9a3J41SSNXQb26pbUUSQ4EQ_OpyUwx69xuc6r9Or1H-7NqsGZymcl2g31g2fttw1sfuTseUwSphbG0dyvbM7fCX8028Woy0IAHsrrfXk6FzQUR0Mw3Y8H4xOYE5VkF7z4/s1600/P1100123.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567751094611124402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCz6KiN0Gqak9a3J41SSNXQb26pbUUSQ4EQ_OpyUwx69xuc6r9Or1H-7NqsGZymcl2g31g2fttw1sfuTseUwSphbG0dyvbM7fCX8028Woy0IAHsrrfXk6FzQUR0Mw3Y8H4xOYE5VkF7z4/s320/P1100123.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">This couple fascinated me. They couldn't have been any taller than 4'. I followed them around discreetly trying to get a picture of their weathered faces. They had come to market to buy blankets.</span></em><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2dzh3lWp9IY6ChTZhHvq5Hi9RbkGJ5_6bOPCdQ8tq4jORbeyLnecVsdJbJYTureiJmUob7Qlma4eF4n_sJJqBEWU0YrVLijJadVqZnlL8Aj1ybQgMnCd1CSOmF5Tznr7j-wduJPQMPQc/s1600/P1100118.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567749071133085362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2dzh3lWp9IY6ChTZhHvq5Hi9RbkGJ5_6bOPCdQ8tq4jORbeyLnecVsdJbJYTureiJmUob7Qlma4eF4n_sJJqBEWU0YrVLijJadVqZnlL8Aj1ybQgMnCd1CSOmF5Tznr7j-wduJPQMPQc/s320/P1100118.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">The Sloans had booked two lodges on a lake under the three volcanoes. Patty, the woman with us, knows the Sloans well. Clearly, they have a wonderful relationship with the owners and service people. Patty served our meals and made up our rooms. She also lit our first of two fires which we needed. It was colder than we were prepared for. Fortunately, Hna. Sloan had an extra sweater she gave me. The next day she bought another one at the market for $10!</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg71aPFdPzAgAhbKQUKCxR7fgkFCsgebqlr7uKQTuU6wHBnYBhqPwPOhjTu9K2zNXBz8ADP7keZI6EioobE-9X6Ck252BePnci4ElF8oLXu0Cj4Tj6OY1N-II0J0-q6NXz8dzlcpbDYOI0/s1600/P1100113.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567749062768130546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg71aPFdPzAgAhbKQUKCxR7fgkFCsgebqlr7uKQTuU6wHBnYBhqPwPOhjTu9K2zNXBz8ADP7keZI6EioobE-9X6Ck252BePnci4ElF8oLXu0Cj4Tj6OY1N-II0J0-q6NXz8dzlcpbDYOI0/s320/P1100113.JPG" /></a><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">The gardens were works of art. These flowering hedges are planted on the diagonal.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6tZ0mBdyl3QvIrLj15V3qc591S6daR8vpgD7ZZDwrLGQxGjahnW3kQ144cn2LmEE458vrPnH9i5TumToc2qzcuZHGQ5P6weg_bjMsfRim6IK8hO59V9Gu52izLkfhql9GDNhKiONA30Y/s1600/P1100083.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567749058388357442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6tZ0mBdyl3QvIrLj15V3qc591S6daR8vpgD7ZZDwrLGQxGjahnW3kQ144cn2LmEE458vrPnH9i5TumToc2qzcuZHGQ5P6weg_bjMsfRim6IK8hO59V9Gu52izLkfhql9GDNhKiONA30Y/s320/P1100083.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Roses were arranged so beautifully. We even had roses in our lodge rooms. </span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp1gLGhA_Il0NDbHsxNRip1bH_Wkre7ozB4z_icucAhfcjEzwQDqHxfj7ntvQ6zBPtHgioAQ2avj33Lxu7egG56ovQEBy8Seqcy-TxvJQk-kmdljiFkHwwFJoEmqVmDR20a7jUNWj70JY/s1600/P1100092.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567746620215012802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp1gLGhA_Il0NDbHsxNRip1bH_Wkre7ozB4z_icucAhfcjEzwQDqHxfj7ntvQ6zBPtHgioAQ2avj33Lxu7egG56ovQEBy8Seqcy-TxvJQk-kmdljiFkHwwFJoEmqVmDR20a7jUNWj70JY/s320/P1100092.JPG" /></a><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">These two mallards must have been married. They didn't hang with the other ducks at all. The white one "chattered" incessently leading us to believe it was a she. The black and white one said nothing. Funny! They were fun enough to watch that we followed them around the edge of the lake. They also hung out in the water lilies just under the window where we were sitting for breakfast. They were fishing for breakfast as well.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAyVI7FtyHApipOBB3PtrbbBMsahjKpZ9SbPbhB-bcf6VJS7zdGN6Hiq2SJLoZjeFaPY8N17SiI9te3lU4vVhKjAuCgLLLHoQBq792XujPFurPPDUW9F_fnRo03O4AwtftAhdgQt22B4E/s1600/P1100082.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567746618128393058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAyVI7FtyHApipOBB3PtrbbBMsahjKpZ9SbPbhB-bcf6VJS7zdGN6Hiq2SJLoZjeFaPY8N17SiI9te3lU4vVhKjAuCgLLLHoQBq792XujPFurPPDUW9F_fnRo03O4AwtftAhdgQt22B4E/s320/P1100082.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">This is the breakfast room. The dining hall is in the back on the lake.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqsMcYEza535LI-ZzIfTrD-83OBR8XRqfnkFbHzCzvxPwSq3MFRO_DnN-NzLp53AueaA8BdDnRVz1m40dBajejh2Ac8qyFawX08R_92XnfacM28KxHz030nlqBV_n4e8xVeXoio2fAGMU/s1600/P1100089.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567746610211546018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqsMcYEza535LI-ZzIfTrD-83OBR8XRqfnkFbHzCzvxPwSq3MFRO_DnN-NzLp53AueaA8BdDnRVz1m40dBajejh2Ac8qyFawX08R_92XnfacM28KxHz030nlqBV_n4e8xVeXoio2fAGMU/s320/P1100089.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">The clouds are obscuring one of the volcanes. In fact, we never did see the top of this one. The Sloans like to take their two daughters with them when they aren't in school. There are activities like the paddle boats, fishing, horses, etc.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqx06dYsiOuToJBjqQqr2sAC7T-knn1150qHGAJSXdnbgysE3EefBOAhMyaR98aBvYmElyOzbBo9WI2BU7RnisezUg2KJx0U1-ZnnhU7A-lSBn38N9KZm-8HZkTFI94k6P5_q7qMTHxMY/s1600/P1100097.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567744529909786002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqx06dYsiOuToJBjqQqr2sAC7T-knn1150qHGAJSXdnbgysE3EefBOAhMyaR98aBvYmElyOzbBo9WI2BU7RnisezUg2KJx0U1-ZnnhU7A-lSBn38N9KZm-8HZkTFI94k6P5_q7qMTHxMY/s320/P1100097.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">This was the view out our bathroom window--three llamas grazing. Margaret and Ted, these llamas really do make great lawn mowers.</span></em><br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN27-kjSXDoa5Suo2sRb9CkSxHBngbBLrIbqOTxHJ_4qdlhplw3VJ3NvwDuYM7vgIz9G0CjWE87oWNQFhuV1uXYOWHN6A33RyLCV9FE8wuWbVkkrPJHFx_SW4D8DXK9M0VvQHdarsciBo/s1600/P1100087.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567744511907233074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN27-kjSXDoa5Suo2sRb9CkSxHBngbBLrIbqOTxHJ_4qdlhplw3VJ3NvwDuYM7vgIz9G0CjWE87oWNQFhuV1uXYOWHN6A33RyLCV9FE8wuWbVkkrPJHFx_SW4D8DXK9M0VvQHdarsciBo/s320/P1100087.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Our room was the second gable from the right.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCHvuZXLSqyN6xV9x2lzcmsqqdKk5c446W77MZXnK4LxRzOKmSBpG_ol8IlZYMrqSvz6BcD4_jlddDBAz8MP5um7LM8bjdXqVQNFbRu6ySiqQAqU-pDOhbOJXGDyLqjhUGVW-lE07jxyY/s1600/P1100106.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567741766821060706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCHvuZXLSqyN6xV9x2lzcmsqqdKk5c446W77MZXnK4LxRzOKmSBpG_ol8IlZYMrqSvz6BcD4_jlddDBAz8MP5um7LM8bjdXqVQNFbRu6ySiqQAqU-pDOhbOJXGDyLqjhUGVW-lE07jxyY/s320/P1100106.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Dad and I enjoyed a leisurely morning the second day because we didn't have to be at the conference until 10 am. We enyoyed a wonderful country breakfast, read our scriptures on a bench at the lake front, and walked around the grounds until Hna. Sloan came to get us.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvIKsJwl9lVl_r1_TwwM3qz9FQ7b_ijZIl7FOw2XyEgbeHjH1K9RkwwlLbSDXsmwRxMfjMjjAfDH7elF5RsIJqzdpmz2k55HMCIdCvf8yLAABVch0bXyHzQQ2fferw404Jl6Udi08tZ54/s1600/P1100086.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567741754214067682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvIKsJwl9lVl_r1_TwwM3qz9FQ7b_ijZIl7FOw2XyEgbeHjH1K9RkwwlLbSDXsmwRxMfjMjjAfDH7elF5RsIJqzdpmz2k55HMCIdCvf8yLAABVch0bXyHzQQ2fferw404Jl6Udi08tZ54/s320/P1100086.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">This is one of my favorite fotos. The clouds had parted enough to get a little view of the cone of the volcano which erupted one night when the Sloans were in Otavalo.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO8KpxBw4lUG4UY0Lki1-qTz9_xPuWKE1BSrBgNOXgOd0K_T6KTNNDjDiP-atsQ1YXjjMTLHIadf4-98Skbq-0-5GNQ4xW2R-uftyiviS3j2W7isC0b9F0PDVg31SbiwA0vm7Yu3NwrHc/s1600/P1100074.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567741749001848306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO8KpxBw4lUG4UY0Lki1-qTz9_xPuWKE1BSrBgNOXgOd0K_T6KTNNDjDiP-atsQ1YXjjMTLHIadf4-98Skbq-0-5GNQ4xW2R-uftyiviS3j2W7isC0b9F0PDVg31SbiwA0vm7Yu3NwrHc/s320/P1100074.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">The third volcano was never fully visible but it is the backdrop to the gardens where the llama were grazing. This picture was taken from our bathroom window early in the morning.</span></em>Suzanne Slingerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345615438286075228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851910607816486991.post-76867965011915402152011-01-27T19:45:00.000-08:002011-01-27T21:08:20.611-08:00Latitude 00.00.00<span style="color:#000099;"><em><strong>President and Hermana Sloan of Mision Quito invited us to spend a day touring Quito with one of their friends, a taxista and bishop of one of the wards in Quito. One of the sites we were not to miss was La Mitad del Mundo or Middle of the World, the site of the equator.</strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM_ODwSw4pz1fSE8IoTbo29eLV9tjgAPVeULOJC8aedcvJW1gO7H1BYt-36DzOm_GHanCjurRLGniMX8oRfppbQdxs2rCKyEbWeWQlYsRLkCPg4ng2Ob7661xiwm74AZJ60gQH9BT9ZMo/s1600/P1100135.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567089715067588658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM_ODwSw4pz1fSE8IoTbo29eLV9tjgAPVeULOJC8aedcvJW1gO7H1BYt-36DzOm_GHanCjurRLGniMX8oRfppbQdxs2rCKyEbWeWQlYsRLkCPg4ng2Ob7661xiwm74AZJ60gQH9BT9ZMo/s320/P1100135.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">In the 1700s a team of scientists from Europe and South America determined the equator by instuments of measurement. Many scientists were from France. It was not until just a few years ago the GPS system was used to find the exact middle of the earth. This museum is actually a working museum where the visitor can see for himself/herself the effects of the forces on either side of the line and at the very center.</span></em><br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3S6G2WljFMMon9Y1cgWA0VGTIBSXA6HXqosfnD4FmmndlnMrmdweMdoLV4nPz7yuxu_N-RS98wLG8zuRrRNt9qNG_TvXCygbsVFMNbw-TBNMzRW1RB96gm3jBmU9fTqGd1FMqXdbazKk/s1600/P1100152.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567087969938645410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3S6G2WljFMMon9Y1cgWA0VGTIBSXA6HXqosfnD4FmmndlnMrmdweMdoLV4nPz7yuxu_N-RS98wLG8zuRrRNt9qNG_TvXCygbsVFMNbw-TBNMzRW1RB96gm3jBmU9fTqGd1FMqXdbazKk/s320/P1100152.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> The main entrance to the original site is lined with granite statues of the scientists who determined the equator. We are with the driver, the friend of the Sloans. </span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_OZhDttCdhDA-CXFJp6WTq4ipAC4pP5GdRaNbZDgKQNdlb0854x0Z0Y8WyuBdTRZFfjBYG_im02iIzgzSCU5idvG7QiF9J9sZKhgaNotHug1jwIVR1pZhBvS0Q5anlSHXEzhoDwED3w/s1600/P1100157.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567087960278745474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_OZhDttCdhDA-CXFJp6WTq4ipAC4pP5GdRaNbZDgKQNdlb0854x0Z0Y8WyuBdTRZFfjBYG_im02iIzgzSCU5idvG7QiF9J9sZKhgaNotHug1jwIVR1pZhBvS0Q5anlSHXEzhoDwED3w/s320/P1100157.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">The monument behind us marks the original line. The world sits atop the monument.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH5YsGUMc-nijEgmY7XdSViCyo_GdVbzs35-g_Yuoanqfm1p4gWuEVYQJSH9L-tNs7r9RVOSx8TUusu5D3Q8OItB6euPAq2ZShRF3V_2I-cCcoq0-E6Byh9YUDGwiM5atL127swemuy9s/s1600/P1100155.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567087955945563538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH5YsGUMc-nijEgmY7XdSViCyo_GdVbzs35-g_Yuoanqfm1p4gWuEVYQJSH9L-tNs7r9RVOSx8TUusu5D3Q8OItB6euPAq2ZShRF3V_2I-cCcoq0-E6Byh9YUDGwiM5atL127swemuy9s/s320/P1100155.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Holding up the world is an exact science according to our driver who posed us well. Poor guy, he did such a good job posing us and taking this picture, a tour group asked him to that for them, several of them. Finally, we were able to draw him away.</span></em><br /></div><div><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxe6pDS0OL7irUUgh3CYHxznMgvcoUglf1PnD6sbNszdb_JC5eJxcACLix4_X0s5DN5qtdeTCXZzzUNvoMSFP7EuoUswcf51Cb_uHEqdp35pkUvTNhkehN6lmD_Y_8EnkjnqBkNphbVCY/s1600/P1100150.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567085274236985090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxe6pDS0OL7irUUgh3CYHxznMgvcoUglf1PnD6sbNszdb_JC5eJxcACLix4_X0s5DN5qtdeTCXZzzUNvoMSFP7EuoUswcf51Cb_uHEqdp35pkUvTNhkehN6lmD_Y_8EnkjnqBkNphbVCY/s320/P1100150.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">The entrance and walk to the monument is the length of a city block--quite dramatic. At this site are tourist shops and restaurants in addition to museums. It is clearly a tourist "trap" but very interesting.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM3PVB-T6F80K43CKmvnkKjNBnoScvmzJv5Zjq1fU0jcZKgJlPJ770vbzm8oEm9EmfTQ9ioZ77y5v-qfYwqA9CqwuuHOV4Uv_wi3-due9pDuHjESczESnYFWUC3Sr0M2BbkyCg8v62rmc/s1600/P1100142.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567085268760243874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM3PVB-T6F80K43CKmvnkKjNBnoScvmzJv5Zjq1fU0jcZKgJlPJ770vbzm8oEm9EmfTQ9ioZ77y5v-qfYwqA9CqwuuHOV4Uv_wi3-due9pDuHjESczESnYFWUC3Sr0M2BbkyCg8v62rmc/s320/P1100142.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">At the museum site of the true equator, our guide performed several experiments with us to demonstrate the forces on the line and on either side. This demonstration shows how man does not have the strength to press his thumbs together. Our guide pulled them apart easily. However, when Dad stood on either side of the equator, the guide could not pull his thumbs apart.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ_nukvqRkPPpDwt6ptN5xotGN3Wpl1kMNiwpFeGVRyzMbzK2T3vOv5ap72mDdul_Hvu7fC0R8Moh4wmU_h2eEk2BmtXZX-BK-hd0rY-u5Zhj3EaqbY3pWBPcmsBJmStWk-9uIjuxGMH8/s1600/P1100138.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567085264354143058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ_nukvqRkPPpDwt6ptN5xotGN3Wpl1kMNiwpFeGVRyzMbzK2T3vOv5ap72mDdul_Hvu7fC0R8Moh4wmU_h2eEk2BmtXZX-BK-hd0rY-u5Zhj3EaqbY3pWBPcmsBJmStWk-9uIjuxGMH8/s320/P1100138.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">One can balance an egg at the equator because the force is directly downward. The guide balanced the egg easily. It was not so easy for us, but we saw it successfully done. Someone told us after we should have given the egg time for the yolk to settle. Who knows?</span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="color:#000099;">Another experience I didn't get a picture of was showed how a basin of water on the equator line flows directly downward. On the south side of the equator the water flows clockwise. On the north side of the equator the water flows out counter clockwise. Or do I have that backward???</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdnfn8x_7fjiudWyBnrcfgE4zvnm7_YLsk2gIBcKuAxfAe5ZRu6KKPZEpK6RZnEW2UkYVXTxeiwbg4-fzkaXKe7xHVjJLPqrDIPiu7pOnoPgL8ePiqbNWR-2FGTVF2XnKyKEoMHkF0TN0/s1600/P1100143.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567082844292912002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdnfn8x_7fjiudWyBnrcfgE4zvnm7_YLsk2gIBcKuAxfAe5ZRu6KKPZEpK6RZnEW2UkYVXTxeiwbg4-fzkaXKe7xHVjJLPqrDIPiu7pOnoPgL8ePiqbNWR-2FGTVF2XnKyKEoMHkF0TN0/s320/P1100143.JPG" /></a><em> </em><span style="color:#000099;"><em>When Dad was standing directly at the equator, the guide could force Dad's arms down easily because the forces are so strong at the equator. On either side of the line Dad could hold his own against the strength of the guide</em>.</span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5bFePqFiZw7rcmZdWqS6RuA7hhAL0QXJivAvDFto6yOWxax_JDFaB8w7Uoxn9wcTlLCg2Z9X1LNC7K5-31Jx_W5tLJZXQhbDGJLJ8pbRs5qzpGthtPosDf1zNsFykZUCVE1Sol51hk74/s1600/P1100145.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567082837311188386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5bFePqFiZw7rcmZdWqS6RuA7hhAL0QXJivAvDFto6yOWxax_JDFaB8w7Uoxn9wcTlLCg2Z9X1LNC7K5-31Jx_W5tLJZXQhbDGJLJ8pbRs5qzpGthtPosDf1zNsFykZUCVE1Sol51hk74/s320/P1100145.JPG" /></a><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">Here I am trying to walk directly on the line but the forces at the equator pulled me off to the side.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT2QiN7qSqr6pPuibRThl4yDb9TxsQDFLu2lZKhF3oCzvLLfrZYLE5-pdJyAjxeBQfykitX8aLt6qkIyk0tnNAIXOct34kdFNJ9GdONTs4nqS5aDDBDfAHble4B9zxaesAw7GVqC7rFOY/s1600/P1100147.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567082833051095938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT2QiN7qSqr6pPuibRThl4yDb9TxsQDFLu2lZKhF3oCzvLLfrZYLE5-pdJyAjxeBQfykitX8aLt6qkIyk0tnNAIXOct34kdFNJ9GdONTs4nqS5aDDBDfAHble4B9zxaesAw7GVqC7rFOY/s320/P1100147.JPG" /></a><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">Dad took a couple of steps before the forces pulled him off the line.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXsnCCEFqapzfnBCF9t0dx-9Zd9UxRGEyznkBcmBvF7t8CnnoNv9mbSCWeGDV1v5DqJoaxl2jwesvFMHz8aPzbmYyg6bH4clIF8NwuMDJrzae7zwCymUW0s5Rm9R3Hw12rmw4YuoterBo/s1600/P1100146.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567080392574677170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXsnCCEFqapzfnBCF9t0dx-9Zd9UxRGEyznkBcmBvF7t8CnnoNv9mbSCWeGDV1v5DqJoaxl2jwesvFMHz8aPzbmYyg6bH4clIF8NwuMDJrzae7zwCymUW0s5Rm9R3Hw12rmw4YuoterBo/s320/P1100146.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">This feeling of a pulling force was a bit unsettling for me. I couldn't even put my right foot on the line without falling over. After all this exercise, we were ready for a good lunch at the original site just a few yards away.</span></em>Suzanne Slingerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345615438286075228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851910607816486991.post-34959275255772778322011-01-26T19:18:00.000-08:002011-01-26T21:40:55.485-08:00Quevedo, Ecuador<strong><em><span style="color:#336666;">Never did we even dream of visiting Luis Cedeno and his family in Quevedo, Ecuador. But when we were asked to visit Mision Quito a week ago, we couldn't pass up the opportunity to fly to Guayaquil after the our meetings in Quito. Quevedo is a small city three hours north of Guayaquil. It would have been faster to take a bus from Quito but a little dangerous because of winding, mountain roads which are not in the best condition.</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRHChK1BdC1Tn4-3hQfxJWdKYfYgoeCsEW6GqefZoDIZg5cTNJ9FJRC81kJ-Yn4GH4DHM1xKZ3Al-NrBhAR2ArSijgCl0hXUFLW6I5ie0B0JtcDU5JOPeIQH_-qylVMyRtf0ynyljAZY0/s1600/P1100183.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566724504633344050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRHChK1BdC1Tn4-3hQfxJWdKYfYgoeCsEW6GqefZoDIZg5cTNJ9FJRC81kJ-Yn4GH4DHM1xKZ3Al-NrBhAR2ArSijgCl0hXUFLW6I5ie0B0JtcDU5JOPeIQH_-qylVMyRtf0ynyljAZY0/s320/P1100183.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> Luis's sister and his mother have a fun sense of decorating. They change the decorations and colors seasonally. His sister's house is still decorated for Christmas.<br /></span></em><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU6KOprF_yUB7CyT8swqiV_4ccNirqckCQq3Vt1kh2jCk-nHm5-zk-9AwTq6vYV-kfOqDeuAnJZRCWOfXZ6tMaCdmglpizZ0joPHgC-lU8VMCphyIPev6a0VnytHw8A7P3jUvPwhNe9Jc/s1600/P1100250.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566722278161092306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU6KOprF_yUB7CyT8swqiV_4ccNirqckCQq3Vt1kh2jCk-nHm5-zk-9AwTq6vYV-kfOqDeuAnJZRCWOfXZ6tMaCdmglpizZ0joPHgC-lU8VMCphyIPev6a0VnytHw8A7P3jUvPwhNe9Jc/s320/P1100250.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> Luis is a friend from our Chile Mission. He was serving as the medical connection in Mision Vina del Mar when we met him. When he needed surgery twice, we became well acquainted with him because stayed with us while recovering. He visited us here in Lima last March.</span></em></div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM5u7dLoKhAzBk8pLiORzsCjvt45fIZOCPvppd6xmsoHXc88iW7M_19aLpZTOrBTUPOd4TMMg3Q7oG67OrbIK0w7Qg7wBsp7QDcfqemd2C-KyOZxd7vMy3hVfsue3vagz3V9WpIlEiuYQ/s1600/P1100198.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566722274628899394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM5u7dLoKhAzBk8pLiORzsCjvt45fIZOCPvppd6xmsoHXc88iW7M_19aLpZTOrBTUPOd4TMMg3Q7oG67OrbIK0w7Qg7wBsp7QDcfqemd2C-KyOZxd7vMy3hVfsue3vagz3V9WpIlEiuYQ/s320/P1100198.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> This was a fun and refreshing treat--coco agua or coconut water. The fellow selling the treat used a large machete to clean and shape the vessels.<br /></span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg9DEoHzDABJYVsf1bqwrGSzBqmQRR9Zqyr2KeFex70VtAvDCKwZKyClEH-_U5_PnWBg6AdLfxwoTWDQ0pA4niEUbm3_tgO6XawwKouo8L35WiwjEvxFhfMOMxiEhd5mYRhKkjwDeiGD4/s1600/P1100229.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566722267774295362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg9DEoHzDABJYVsf1bqwrGSzBqmQRR9Zqyr2KeFex70VtAvDCKwZKyClEH-_U5_PnWBg6AdLfxwoTWDQ0pA4niEUbm3_tgO6XawwKouo8L35WiwjEvxFhfMOMxiEhd5mYRhKkjwDeiGD4/s320/P1100229.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> On the three-hour drive from Guayaquil with Luis's cousin, a taxi driver, we passed groves and groves of bananas, coco palms, rice paddies, corn, and sugar cane. This is a farm house. Many houses are made of bamboo and reed and perched on stilts. A ladder is leaned against the front of the 8' square house.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTH_SPvIBTWCW507_aNOXH8PI5x1hf6kFo8gxehoqt0Z3qOoKB1HJghPPQ1QyP-VVks2XO1706kKRDeVZomKI6w_P3PDQOqg1eyXQL4cdRenMYBQ-rufkhb74Dz9dcoLjLf0PAHBsZ58c/s1600/P1100193.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566719951772712226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTH_SPvIBTWCW507_aNOXH8PI5x1hf6kFo8gxehoqt0Z3qOoKB1HJghPPQ1QyP-VVks2XO1706kKRDeVZomKI6w_P3PDQOqg1eyXQL4cdRenMYBQ-rufkhb74Dz9dcoLjLf0PAHBsZ58c/s320/P1100193.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> On Saturday we went to market with Luis's mother who shops only at the open air market. She has her favorite farmers and buys only where she can pick out the fruits, vegetables and fish herself. This ice cream salesman carried his stool and ice cream around the market, stopping only when someone asked for ice cream. Unsure of the source, we didn't eat any ice cream.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNeCbr5kl3Y08VhVxv2-HJkS_AqxssMsiIj-wpmed8vq1BBiM9c1eji-emReoaAzs8vt1cArOtVKZtFvki9FTP_1zl_HdFL4oMtP3eilHcKjqxxLPShmkY4qObtaCtFgzrzr1GXNcPwuk/s1600/P1100188.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566719948380733378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNeCbr5kl3Y08VhVxv2-HJkS_AqxssMsiIj-wpmed8vq1BBiM9c1eji-emReoaAzs8vt1cArOtVKZtFvki9FTP_1zl_HdFL4oMtP3eilHcKjqxxLPShmkY4qObtaCtFgzrzr1GXNcPwuk/s320/P1100188.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Fish heads, anyone?</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgwVr54qiVv5cFjTwy0S3lUMm321Ow_LW0X7_lfizC71fs-SgHftZZk9em73zhLrpggTENy3635feo_YmmIftwiJNEEZduyd9d-3jchz3eK7f999qEhzhbg7BEMrBx3qPB4gvHXLxTpn0/s1600/P1100200.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566719942650732050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgwVr54qiVv5cFjTwy0S3lUMm321Ow_LW0X7_lfizC71fs-SgHftZZk9em73zhLrpggTENy3635feo_YmmIftwiJNEEZduyd9d-3jchz3eK7f999qEhzhbg7BEMrBx3qPB4gvHXLxTpn0/s320/P1100200.JPG" /></a><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">This double decker bus carried farm workers to market and back.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw4Rtk52OidxL4mMljVc_pxroLZinnkurp3rEineGB617eF9vVB2MUspZqwpvpGy8vq6ADha5viQeYQrb1bt4MjY3xT3cmr6YhEGixPYZC5ACo_RaLBZ65vJKjrXtNUlVjOoGyQ4ujDYI/s1600/P1100192.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566717903320857554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw4Rtk52OidxL4mMljVc_pxroLZinnkurp3rEineGB617eF9vVB2MUspZqwpvpGy8vq6ADha5viQeYQrb1bt4MjY3xT3cmr6YhEGixPYZC5ACo_RaLBZ65vJKjrXtNUlVjOoGyQ4ujDYI/s320/P1100192.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">This was a fun scene--a young man was perched on a bag of vegetables reading the newspaper while a family member, most likely his mother, sold her produce.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyIL4tVi1TYMG42aUuDthA9ITVGtjofg6IcRWy2xtMEBG_-f-ZuFvO5UozcvW9i9BbcfW7V0A3tpI7MqOAlPmCz7cIq4m2-I-WtnPlx6kmmHWQY4PWbRwBzEwr3-MLCk2OpTb_CWVcz8c/s1600/P1100195.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566717898770759858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyIL4tVi1TYMG42aUuDthA9ITVGtjofg6IcRWy2xtMEBG_-f-ZuFvO5UozcvW9i9BbcfW7V0A3tpI7MqOAlPmCz7cIq4m2-I-WtnPlx6kmmHWQY4PWbRwBzEwr3-MLCk2OpTb_CWVcz8c/s320/P1100195.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">I couldn't resist taking this picture of a family selling bananas on the corner across the street from the market.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzoz-HpiBosPxCmU38Y3OpVPLn_MWEqcxHqHjk7m2y07lSixprIJU_DcoHbNyDH_ZP-8Qz1VpASkB6mZuLcui4JXukKmKCUtPIqQyBbkpb6VnsvbE0Ag4Cf5mxpJ1WalwSVQCbuYk0bBg/s1600/P1100202.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566717894436834786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzoz-HpiBosPxCmU38Y3OpVPLn_MWEqcxHqHjk7m2y07lSixprIJU_DcoHbNyDH_ZP-8Qz1VpASkB6mZuLcui4JXukKmKCUtPIqQyBbkpb6VnsvbE0Ag4Cf5mxpJ1WalwSVQCbuYk0bBg/s320/P1100202.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">To market, to market--one wonders what the purpose is for the live piglets at market...</span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglg9uNxsZ03WeVAISIbrCYIasQiZoKJJKMzk2o-bcW3IFYltAhhQtymwXwaxDhBKwQw1WpXQORUbPTgV_bdZtK9JNidPsMGPcIB5pqHt0VDGGX5C6O_AIrb_dyFRI5HYBBaoK9KpTeOtI/s1600/P1100222.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566715695738645058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglg9uNxsZ03WeVAISIbrCYIasQiZoKJJKMzk2o-bcW3IFYltAhhQtymwXwaxDhBKwQw1WpXQORUbPTgV_bdZtK9JNidPsMGPcIB5pqHt0VDGGX5C6O_AIrb_dyFRI5HYBBaoK9KpTeOtI/s320/P1100222.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">A typical street scene in Quevedo--Luis and his mother live in the home behind the blue and yellow fence. Right now his sister and her son are also living with them. </span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwjf4UIMreOY9mdsCoSlhiKfTG3Ixa2NOkUYZFYNUs-GzfeC6ElKcKXSErtoWCujGyWMVJUQI_iWCLi_oFzj4tbNzsyIxax6kWaZ2ifK01yoigw4UhH_giCw_sRMNduYCA3Hcv_02C1ss/s1600/P1100217.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566715693252517346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwjf4UIMreOY9mdsCoSlhiKfTG3Ixa2NOkUYZFYNUs-GzfeC6ElKcKXSErtoWCujGyWMVJUQI_iWCLi_oFzj4tbNzsyIxax6kWaZ2ifK01yoigw4UhH_giCw_sRMNduYCA3Hcv_02C1ss/s320/P1100217.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> Behind Luis is his mother cooking our dinner. Three bedrooms are on the left. We stayed in a small, comfortable hotel on the Rio Quevedo. </span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivX2Puld2h8hWy3RPuuSr0mtLMc2Q0_9pwGtzn3FMnJqQzVLuVUQOMFC6rLeYbOmfKCQIWDb1v9E1lSQkOnJnNcew4pk0qML98GAW9yH9XHT7N47bPr3tFche9RrMB8giyh6lwjDjNEIM/s1600/P1100177.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566715688132826322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivX2Puld2h8hWy3RPuuSr0mtLMc2Q0_9pwGtzn3FMnJqQzVLuVUQOMFC6rLeYbOmfKCQIWDb1v9E1lSQkOnJnNcew4pk0qML98GAW9yH9XHT7N47bPr3tFche9RrMB8giyh6lwjDjNEIM/s320/P1100177.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> These are banana trees. You can see a blue bag in the lower right of the picture. The bananas are bagged to protect them from insects. When the bananas are cut, they are left on the thick stem. I took this picture from the car. The groves are owned by Dole and Chiquita. Great signs identify the companies. Just like the orchards in Utah, workers live on the property. Bananas grow year round and are harvested four times a year.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigIlSTUrYga6wqHPVO6BxEUTqzj524llC9quwA75Kz5DPq98KiqyI4Jik3joyS6UNquoAG6Ye98EaV6jBzvRKSQ3Czfwfiu_XVILyG73_jhN3V0uFPlc5HIj4d71MtJkINkiAHfe8gmNQ/s1600/P1100241.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566706789047594226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigIlSTUrYga6wqHPVO6BxEUTqzj524llC9quwA75Kz5DPq98KiqyI4Jik3joyS6UNquoAG6Ye98EaV6jBzvRKSQ3Czfwfiu_XVILyG73_jhN3V0uFPlc5HIj4d71MtJkINkiAHfe8gmNQ/s320/P1100241.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">This is sugar cane in the early stages of growth.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8gUCIaV8VAOxAMq13p4BJCSjQ42UaB08H-56e_gvtImghbMGG7KwzuIVLZxXZgRqQI69XKZaCmW09lH6LKWth_BVE455Nz1es_Y8zkP4BEoEkfELMYnwtb37H9Y_aFDcLxeYD5d_okgE/s1600/P1100242.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566706778888273426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8gUCIaV8VAOxAMq13p4BJCSjQ42UaB08H-56e_gvtImghbMGG7KwzuIVLZxXZgRqQI69XKZaCmW09lH6LKWth_BVE455Nz1es_Y8zkP4BEoEkfELMYnwtb37H9Y_aFDcLxeYD5d_okgE/s320/P1100242.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> Oscar stopped the car to take our picture in front of rice fields.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgFo9PExn4KIFAOrvBIhFpoROeUjsFFskKXkVRcpFGNApEMymyNwWUIrSUqDfV502Tmh4HvwMM3yXMJHMV8rTm1Rlgw0py9zl-ClBNi2wMuz72C8H53mEWhS6buw-H4vBLwR4HesBpiII/s1600/P1100218.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566704111802527762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgFo9PExn4KIFAOrvBIhFpoROeUjsFFskKXkVRcpFGNApEMymyNwWUIrSUqDfV502Tmh4HvwMM3yXMJHMV8rTm1Rlgw0py9zl-ClBNi2wMuz72C8H53mEWhS6buw-H4vBLwR4HesBpiII/s320/P1100218.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Typically a house in South American cities is behind a cement wall and iron fencing. There is no grass, just a cement patio and parking.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX7PVzCvK6ogeiehNLY2VJB3omCaPZFwOYFzSYI-AuRKbL_60B9-eSEA3C0Qyx-ow66ZbopHhVesx8hrHngTRf1VYFHxGMrSd7iejlpLJLLjP5jStLJBa5ixqXKAfRLMSZEvwLgPf0zl8/s1600/P1100227.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566704103190925506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX7PVzCvK6ogeiehNLY2VJB3omCaPZFwOYFzSYI-AuRKbL_60B9-eSEA3C0Qyx-ow66ZbopHhVesx8hrHngTRf1VYFHxGMrSd7iejlpLJLLjP5jStLJBa5ixqXKAfRLMSZEvwLgPf0zl8/s320/P1100227.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">This statue of a nursing mother in the center of a busy intersection, a round-a-bout or "ovalo," was a fitting backdrop for a photo of Dad, the pediatrician.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8mBK5KSjbBSL1J1dCBH9bASXWWRgy5Ae6OriIkWjXJnlxk5ODmGZ6CILN3t3IcHBba2n_ACC7l4SOtsRhGJIzmZ7Au5f8lHwTQW-K7TnpyyqveKI2g5Y5Wydl4m-BheYvlHa-mJxLoM4/s1600/P1100246.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566704099933414722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8mBK5KSjbBSL1J1dCBH9bASXWWRgy5Ae6OriIkWjXJnlxk5ODmGZ6CILN3t3IcHBba2n_ACC7l4SOtsRhGJIzmZ7Au5f8lHwTQW-K7TnpyyqveKI2g5Y5Wydl4m-BheYvlHa-mJxLoM4/s320/P1100246.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> Quevedo is on a river, and like many other cities, the water front is being developed for the citizens to enjoy. Before the water front park was developed, the area was dark, muddy, and dangerous. No families come to spend the day. There are many park benches, vendors of all kinds, and restaurants.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN9fk4R6s8h16KmAntBdL-jmnOMjkuQgzbg8_-_Ene9kPPjWue1IyTH_9Fin4P9uvNI0blZL3Jt1rLuQ2R9TNx2aOQesljeAhSIBFMYfF9GlE64Cku71gj-qymDIGf9hxy2ahKeK3lNmg/s1600/P1100254.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566702216575807458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN9fk4R6s8h16KmAntBdL-jmnOMjkuQgzbg8_-_Ene9kPPjWue1IyTH_9Fin4P9uvNI0blZL3Jt1rLuQ2R9TNx2aOQesljeAhSIBFMYfF9GlE64Cku71gj-qymDIGf9hxy2ahKeK3lNmg/s320/P1100254.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">As the plane lifted off and gained altitude, we were treated to a spectacular sunset.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimTEbA-Amg2caurrySgKa2E8r4Sh2TrgeQjycB4LR2mngxkuopCwX4BdAyNgJi2DcW-Tm97FB9QUKAD5CsGge5oQnTmdehIWecQpX2c-6ADClMzriHicfkC2mN8ynahckwNL9vXG8YC8k/s1600/P1100264.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566702215666637410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimTEbA-Amg2caurrySgKa2E8r4Sh2TrgeQjycB4LR2mngxkuopCwX4BdAyNgJi2DcW-Tm97FB9QUKAD5CsGge5oQnTmdehIWecQpX2c-6ADClMzriHicfkC2mN8ynahckwNL9vXG8YC8k/s320/P1100264.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Suzanne Slingerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345615438286075228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851910607816486991.post-68034772433747486402011-01-12T03:32:00.000-08:002011-01-13T19:50:53.558-08:00Chestnuts Roasting by an Open Fire<strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">These are a few, random, end-of-the-year pictures I didn't get into the other blogs.</span></em></strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4YnrRm-hMK0KkLbsN-f6HR85p0ucsNXNiztpoVIhl0zSZ6kWXxyuef9gBPlMpR4R5DQxQPdIPRarCyJfZnYHeQP4eqIfBK4UGJILgSalZtf5kSodyRO-duWfMvmi7pCnSFAKnkKezym8/s1600/P1090823.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561872146744070514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4YnrRm-hMK0KkLbsN-f6HR85p0ucsNXNiztpoVIhl0zSZ6kWXxyuef9gBPlMpR4R5DQxQPdIPRarCyJfZnYHeQP4eqIfBK4UGJILgSalZtf5kSodyRO-duWfMvmi7pCnSFAKnkKezym8/s320/P1090823.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> This little girl was so cute with her family but we were most taken by her bright, ruffled swim suit which she didn't get wet. The picture doesn't show how beautiful her hair was arranged.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcw5j-Bj7kIDpbzvthCf9sLFPsrJRd2iF5dH5p0jtYWwk5gJ9o9ud6kIiquNFbZ1uKgnED0O1_TSUjNWMRBMoC-I5tuf3u89XXT0ZJmXsRcHUwpdnfVI2-3VN2wHHuTSJ7kol-C00gARA/s1600/P1090507.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561872142614299122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcw5j-Bj7kIDpbzvthCf9sLFPsrJRd2iF5dH5p0jtYWwk5gJ9o9ud6kIiquNFbZ1uKgnED0O1_TSUjNWMRBMoC-I5tuf3u89XXT0ZJmXsRcHUwpdnfVI2-3VN2wHHuTSJ7kol-C00gARA/s320/P1090507.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Dad and I accompanied the North Americans in the CCM on their mid-CCM-experience trip to Old Lima and the coast. The day was perfect. Just imagine--we are at the coast on a <strong>summer's day</strong> just a few days before <strong>Christmas.</strong> Still can't get used to the idea of Christmas and a summer's day--it just doesn't work with, "Chestnuts roasting by an open fire..."</span></em><br /></div><div><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDpZ8pMQpD9YYDvjbY8GA2Oel5ezZvdGDQltHbhzwEY2zGIdA3MRjwmhgUT4Lfu2oq2ZxFKkIrbGtk69jGjxssYHl-1vWUaRIt74yDoqTAqnEXa33V8l92aIizEA2zk8bO7Ed3fBTztLE/s1600/P1090493.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561872136856400914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDpZ8pMQpD9YYDvjbY8GA2Oel5ezZvdGDQltHbhzwEY2zGIdA3MRjwmhgUT4Lfu2oq2ZxFKkIrbGtk69jGjxssYHl-1vWUaRIt74yDoqTAqnEXa33V8l92aIizEA2zk8bO7Ed3fBTztLE/s320/P1090493.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Dad and Carlos enjoyed a good visit while we traveled on the huge bus to the coast and then to Old Lima. Carlos, de Cusco, has been the general manager of the CCM for 25 years, his first job after earning his degree.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVHV13Qafi1xWJCslr72rrJYUUxuxxIP1PX4mRhynN8g-pWyB_UUNAJ1t6Qoqy5IEq4KXKKFs_AFfAyZDGYpgsbYq-BFDKaA4ysCMRB_fNKrhLsJN8rAFL2v-hVI26_bDBNksStM1IsHA/s1600/P1090483.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561869647341274274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVHV13Qafi1xWJCslr72rrJYUUxuxxIP1PX4mRhynN8g-pWyB_UUNAJ1t6Qoqy5IEq4KXKKFs_AFfAyZDGYpgsbYq-BFDKaA4ysCMRB_fNKrhLsJN8rAFL2v-hVI26_bDBNksStM1IsHA/s320/P1090483.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Kathryn Ghent's birthday brought all the office staff and missionaries together for apple pie. Kathryn is the sister to Cousin Tim Hess's wife, Suzanne. We have cousins everywhere, even in Lima.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL-GptOpiGEVAomY63Bsq-8TRrDO632SQtX0ibNg9qzMc0NC08HYnlqoqCHrdX3sS6d-vZ1Yv85DF15IGORkoZSZ9Ym5WXVHQnp04wuK5ETI9I_tY-v8JQ0YQpNwenBMv87FtOYu5DsmY/s1600/P1090736.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561268355816518258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL-GptOpiGEVAomY63Bsq-8TRrDO632SQtX0ibNg9qzMc0NC08HYnlqoqCHrdX3sS6d-vZ1Yv85DF15IGORkoZSZ9Ym5WXVHQnp04wuK5ETI9I_tY-v8JQ0YQpNwenBMv87FtOYu5DsmY/s320/P1090736.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">We really enjoyed the Jacquie Lawson Advent Calendar. We installed it on the home computer and the office computer. On the last day we took this picture. We'll keep the calendar on for next year. It's just too fun to uninstall.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj420fr6oVAs7YItQ219utynWHJk8_mWNRxz9ufh6oCBg56nj6vDsNU9dQwNJBAtUIvEhiTFmzXiPrPaVGCXXpdYMoKGk9l7h-a0f_u7qaVz-TTzhEELQxyW_3OSgDI862WiRUkg_g1MuA/s1600/P1090635.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561268327038905554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj420fr6oVAs7YItQ219utynWHJk8_mWNRxz9ufh6oCBg56nj6vDsNU9dQwNJBAtUIvEhiTFmzXiPrPaVGCXXpdYMoKGk9l7h-a0f_u7qaVz-TTzhEELQxyW_3OSgDI862WiRUkg_g1MuA/s320/P1090635.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">After the Christmas Eve program at the CCM we had this picture taken with the President and Hna. Whetten. We will really miss them when we return home.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMHsGj0HmV_PH1hzDDHnyVEj17B5B5GG2NdLQqhjEslylgr-Izqt4qXDMOm0UuwBR3bkdOjVh7unJcpm0EiP5HRw2UdExBGglbEPF8exEp7YhchpxvHQyXu6T-9eXYM0HmhBXX7ufywiE/s1600/P1090744.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561265816149872018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMHsGj0HmV_PH1hzDDHnyVEj17B5B5GG2NdLQqhjEslylgr-Izqt4qXDMOm0UuwBR3bkdOjVh7unJcpm0EiP5HRw2UdExBGglbEPF8exEp7YhchpxvHQyXu6T-9eXYM0HmhBXX7ufywiE/s320/P1090744.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Our post Christmas FHE was such fun. We made gingerbread houses from square soda crackers. It was such fun to see everyone's creations.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi62Xq3S-bIiLXSSOmlpMjvgjjVjvu5PXnIrK3iPRLBTxEXOHCrThBUrPwYxfD2bUpgB4jKyW3Vzf1SXPFfkEkoz8XKc6qlM_26mzKQ2PtveZoRCj43j4EvOaNlBAt2M_s8ThiKp2x4E5M/s1600/P1090738.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561265811299868690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi62Xq3S-bIiLXSSOmlpMjvgjjVjvu5PXnIrK3iPRLBTxEXOHCrThBUrPwYxfD2bUpgB4jKyW3Vzf1SXPFfkEkoz8XKc6qlM_26mzKQ2PtveZoRCj43j4EvOaNlBAt2M_s8ThiKp2x4E5M/s320/P1090738.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Dad and I are quite taken by the typical Peruvian home, often constructed by the homeowners themselves, so we attempted to recreate one. Each room is a 10' x 10' sqaure brick square. The window is cut into the brick. Stucco is painted over the brick and then painted. Some homes have tile on top of the stucco. The windows are typically in front only. The watch dog lives or hangs out on the roof. The clothesline is on the roof. If the family hasn't finished the home, the rebar shows and the homeowners cannot be taxed so it is common to see unfinished homes and exposed rebar. We added the vigilante as well. We have two--Pedro and Carlos.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir9iQNabJZ8OSjbjxWWgYzgxIWvsm8l5M7H7FTFNqIPGPFepjMNiBcbU_t9vdO2Lp5P9H2f1PaUgwIl5SjaNyWDlk6wbN3Fv-Yik6BW_oobvDqsGRF3sU-DGzLsJ97Cj542Fdp6Jru4iE/s1600/P1090652.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561263971136721410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir9iQNabJZ8OSjbjxWWgYzgxIWvsm8l5M7H7FTFNqIPGPFepjMNiBcbU_t9vdO2Lp5P9H2f1PaUgwIl5SjaNyWDlk6wbN3Fv-Yik6BW_oobvDqsGRF3sU-DGzLsJ97Cj542Fdp6Jru4iE/s320/P1090652.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Christmas dinner was just a feast of beef, chicken, pork, sweet potatoes, papas pureed (like our mashed potatoes but thinner and sweeter), vegetables, and a choice of five desserts. We could choose three out of five! We have come to really enjoy the catering service. The food is consistently good and their service is with a smile. The salads are works of art. I have to take a picture before we go home. A choice of two fresh fruit juices accompanies every meal.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD2E636IpxJssXKud3Uf1qiebgi9pR9fSa0VsYEY05pF5tU5fjMrijSaFOKm42hSGhUB8GVeFsniMIuo0Df4tACMkXeiQ4hUj5PcTQ4diPDyfVGOkvHGaAAp_89EC8Cd6t4_F5aF28EK8/s1600/P1090571.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561263964211542178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD2E636IpxJssXKud3Uf1qiebgi9pR9fSa0VsYEY05pF5tU5fjMrijSaFOKm42hSGhUB8GVeFsniMIuo0Df4tACMkXeiQ4hUj5PcTQ4diPDyfVGOkvHGaAAp_89EC8Cd6t4_F5aF28EK8/s320/P1090571.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Graciela's family took me to Eduardo's concert. Eduardo (12) is Graciela and Cesar's oldest child and only son. He sings with the National Children's Choir of Peru. The Christmas concert was held in a cathedral near here. After the concert we met on the patio for panetone and hot chocolate.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKug750WXzLXMUa7k5dT1cFQRCEcKce0gcuq4bp3Y9Qp1zHv9wfxPd1dKu2k6B0DTWaQ4FmBXJ3zibm6yk5t1uJYAH0HZE3VcjVPmK4TCCi09INaMhyusKSCYrvcZWyH2ewiHz5294BuM/s1600/P1090615.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561263961335372658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKug750WXzLXMUa7k5dT1cFQRCEcKce0gcuq4bp3Y9Qp1zHv9wfxPd1dKu2k6B0DTWaQ4FmBXJ3zibm6yk5t1uJYAH0HZE3VcjVPmK4TCCi09INaMhyusKSCYrvcZWyH2ewiHz5294BuM/s320/P1090615.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">President and Hna. Leiva, Lima East Mission, invited the missionary couples for dinner and surprise entertainment--a magic show. This young man was excellent! Here I am doing a card trick which I haven't figured out yet. Everyone but me knew which card he had picked.</span></em>Suzanne Slingerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345615438286075228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851910607816486991.post-67554198433754516162011-01-06T17:08:00.000-08:002011-01-08T10:55:25.358-08:00What's Not to Like about...Tumbes?<span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>What could be better than a hot, sunny day on a private, breezy beach? In January that sounds almost too good to be true; nevertheless, that's exactly where Dad and I spent the New Years weekend with our friends and co missionaries, Bruce and Kathryn Ghent. Caleta Grau is a fishing village about 40 minutes south of Tumbes, Peru, on the Peru/Ecuador border. Liliana Silva, secretary in the Area presidency office for over 20 years now, invited us to stay at their family hospedaje after she couldn't find rooms for us at the resort hotels nearby. We are so grateful she couldn't find rooms. Our experience on the beach wouldn't have been so fun and meaningful.</strong></span></em></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span></em><br /><br /><br /><p><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZR_y3jv6RWZMrKuVMNU2cZAVthmCZgIk8Dx01hV1huwll-A-LtDzFs5qZQrs33Bvhm8a6iHdSuThBsamRnAWCKYiv_sJfBKVp6jc6avPXnOq3vSGEpShI-4e48TeHXeG000Clqvw5Tdo/s1600/P1090923.JPG"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559858342511359138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZR_y3jv6RWZMrKuVMNU2cZAVthmCZgIk8Dx01hV1huwll-A-LtDzFs5qZQrs33Bvhm8a6iHdSuThBsamRnAWCKYiv_sJfBKVp6jc6avPXnOq3vSGEpShI-4e48TeHXeG000Clqvw5Tdo/s320/P1090923.JPG" /></span></a><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"> Dad and I enjoyed reading, walking and resting. It's just what the <strong>doctor</strong> ordered.</span></em></p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3edfQ4_Nokb4NwRZb6D287B4PRnFrKrDO0mL7oSZT9jqlDVL5tHjZzgGCMdMoEtDa1lR-2Z4mDG4wyBbzH5FF2hB8VLdEa5ShZwdvpa0PPmSjp_YJeIXGobM1tfDkVln16DXXK5OSw10/s1600/P1090843.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559857091268390418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3edfQ4_Nokb4NwRZb6D287B4PRnFrKrDO0mL7oSZT9jqlDVL5tHjZzgGCMdMoEtDa1lR-2Z4mDG4wyBbzH5FF2hB8VLdEa5ShZwdvpa0PPmSjp_YJeIXGobM1tfDkVln16DXXK5OSw10/s320/P1090843.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">This picture is out of order, but so worthy of a place on the blog. We attended church in a casa capilla, a home which the church bought and created a ward building. Some of the ward members gathered for their pictures to be taken. The Relief Society president, a young mother, taught the Relief Society lesson and the Sunday School lesson.<br /></span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKFBjyod80M_LGWUa9FideirJJVQPXBac9EtgAKKt4vtczXoR7EgxdLhMg6XhUh27KnbnP2zGKTNhgwT4Odbtvq9QjGQWjEckD4oskPlg3Kaxgz2okiufg2iug8NahsepJo-OIf-j8hP4/s1600/P1090985.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559857091095572402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKFBjyod80M_LGWUa9FideirJJVQPXBac9EtgAKKt4vtczXoR7EgxdLhMg6XhUh27KnbnP2zGKTNhgwT4Odbtvq9QjGQWjEckD4oskPlg3Kaxgz2okiufg2iug8NahsepJo-OIf-j8hP4/s320/P1090985.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">The enclosed yard of the hospedaje was so welcoming--coconut palms, four hammocks, and tables and chairs. The chairs and tables were moved in for meals. We had the chairs at the beach most of the time we were there.</span></em><br /></span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi8BbHgwyLxCBWsQDwzdul1S2jKU9QVyjjVAFtGxAxHIhWP0i5qbfcUHDSUz5tloaA1M4qZC58nonIMRT2dOJ4jf5Zon28VzMho3ghnAwPg91hf5xFgjfoOhyphenhyphennJwZvrPF8DCcvRuBU_Pw/s1600/P1090932.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559857085563521138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi8BbHgwyLxCBWsQDwzdul1S2jKU9QVyjjVAFtGxAxHIhWP0i5qbfcUHDSUz5tloaA1M4qZC58nonIMRT2dOJ4jf5Zon28VzMho3ghnAwPg91hf5xFgjfoOhyphenhyphennJwZvrPF8DCcvRuBU_Pw/s320/P1090932.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> <em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Liliana's mother is taking the grandchildren for a walk. Once Liliana and her family arrived, her mother cooked every meal--rice in broth or coconut milk, fresh fish, ceviche (which we couldn't eat because it is uncooked seafood marinated in lime juice), finely cut vegetable salads, fresh fruits, and eggs prepared with onions, vegetables, tuna and onion with lima juice (absolutely delicious!), and fresh rolls of all kinds. Liliana thought we could either go out for meals or buy food in the nearby market. We discovered New Years Eve the closest restaurant was a rickety mototaxi ride 20 miles away, there was only one restaurant that looked inviting or safe, and the market was out of most everything. On New Years Day we rode into town and discovered all the restaurants were closed. Only the street vendors were out and that is scary eating!</span></em><br /></span></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqFPZ_fK-x4vZgYL9JkbgFr23MqD439NqQG1N22xK_56sy3TinhjAKhMsS_q-8j0BN-h3UH5jbdGjX91HjSwHV-M8RjRx8crFgaPUPe_vwtqD-CcJsUKmJP3TUb-AAFJiwVgkGdx0PMtM/s1600/P1090854.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559853956925051842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqFPZ_fK-x4vZgYL9JkbgFr23MqD439NqQG1N22xK_56sy3TinhjAKhMsS_q-8j0BN-h3UH5jbdGjX91HjSwHV-M8RjRx8crFgaPUPe_vwtqD-CcJsUKmJP3TUb-AAFJiwVgkGdx0PMtM/s320/P1090854.JPG" /></a> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">This is the view from the road which leaves the paved highway. Notice the hospedaje is the only developed property with trees. </span></em><br /><br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOsGGZBW34VdFnLKs7VcBUKZmaD_xIXc1z5wVeSPb-yOwdaaw6lFnDoLw8YscmHhyphenhyphendjnKaiNj8xcTJEfmV6EaSwo2ARLoHzmeuZ1DOl4tb9PB744IX-7maF-_PoPf0ldvDfMDcCftJkBM/s1600/P1090944.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559853951254195026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOsGGZBW34VdFnLKs7VcBUKZmaD_xIXc1z5wVeSPb-yOwdaaw6lFnDoLw8YscmHhyphenhyphendjnKaiNj8xcTJEfmV6EaSwo2ARLoHzmeuZ1DOl4tb9PB744IX-7maF-_PoPf0ldvDfMDcCftJkBM/s320/P1090944.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Sunsets on the beach are particularly spectacular. I took this one as we were leaving to go to dinner New Years Eve. </span></em><br /></span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPRHBb3gmgHJV_VWAH-GSttSxyYieJ0_T2ROyDBHCaY2ZYtV69FrDiy8jzKpAdBKc9OiG4VhQlIZ_DXeHIgv7N-e1jZwxSqPpbTbYpGwxd-o1DF2ow5AENT7Q-7HF2Nya8zeYjl9bB1Vk/s1600/P1090960.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559853950108560738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPRHBb3gmgHJV_VWAH-GSttSxyYieJ0_T2ROyDBHCaY2ZYtV69FrDiy8jzKpAdBKc9OiG4VhQlIZ_DXeHIgv7N-e1jZwxSqPpbTbYpGwxd-o1DF2ow5AENT7Q-7HF2Nya8zeYjl9bB1Vk/s320/P1090960.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Tumbes reminded us of angry bees after their hive has been disturbed--noisy, buzzing mototaxis, old rickety, dented taxis, trucks and cars without mufflers, congested sidewalks and streets, street vendors, barkers, crowded and small cafes, old hotels, and children riding in little cars around the main square which was actually fun to watch. Dad, Liliana's husband, one daughter, and her father took a separate taxi and went to a different square. It was some time before we met up, enough time to experience the bustling little city of Tumbes.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDrLAbi-mhWhjHz0KfLdVbJbdf9P8a0ufWPJL8yTb4Ym-WQYeT_zmtZlrayvka53yOfbv9E049zzlSkH9E5-URmjON5EnavcW9pkpA8JaF8kPAjES15Tya3kwFSFZw6z7-uaHAYkMitiM/s1600/P1090942.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559851540460258082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDrLAbi-mhWhjHz0KfLdVbJbdf9P8a0ufWPJL8yTb4Ym-WQYeT_zmtZlrayvka53yOfbv9E049zzlSkH9E5-URmjON5EnavcW9pkpA8JaF8kPAjES15Tya3kwFSFZw6z7-uaHAYkMitiM/s320/P1090942.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Ah, for the peace of the hospedaje! Here we are with the Ghents. The front door is actually a garage door. Novel idea! (An hospedaje is a step down from a motel and is run like a bed and breakfast.) Each room was just large enough for a (very comfortable) double bed and a small, clean private bathroom. We appreciated the ceiling fan and the one overhead light which was bright enough to read by.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3cAJMCgQLiz-RsuKlo2t1VJ4DXo7bvhQi7p1VEi8IT7ByjvzYTtuf7iemWNXN-7kZG6A94F2UabdXCOSS-f78nTzIzyUkIkvpIZF0aiTmcwSerYT21YTDe-Zj4342CoH_tffaZKovFg8/s1600/P1090938.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559851535023320178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3cAJMCgQLiz-RsuKlo2t1VJ4DXo7bvhQi7p1VEi8IT7ByjvzYTtuf7iemWNXN-7kZG6A94F2UabdXCOSS-f78nTzIzyUkIkvpIZF0aiTmcwSerYT21YTDe-Zj4342CoH_tffaZKovFg8/s320/P1090938.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">The managers, Beto and Milagros, were delightful. She is a distant cousin of Liliana.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZqzi6N_U2rsknJhyjLERuXo2JUJOQZkco21Lv7XCFsizQS1bogk-bMuD_BpNpdpFvmBnNmQ4tuVnlkSxeSRe9MvBzmIaPPCeOwfpjtnEuHG5cMY-dDvPxG_-nQJfQww7j_KZWqS8hyPc/s1600/P1090855.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559851529905850146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZqzi6N_U2rsknJhyjLERuXo2JUJOQZkco21Lv7XCFsizQS1bogk-bMuD_BpNpdpFvmBnNmQ4tuVnlkSxeSRe9MvBzmIaPPCeOwfpjtnEuHG5cMY-dDvPxG_-nQJfQww7j_KZWqS8hyPc/s320/P1090855.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"> The hospedaje has four rooms on the main floor and four upstairs. The view from the hallway upstairs is awesome. We spent a breezy couple of hours lying on chaises and playing with Liliana's children. </span></em></span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvKH29jEeWc2xY3FNFnX_k3gnbDG4iDidwUtL2wNsoppEsY2-fRlbETBpeyhhzouwq4rLKhRM2MRuHYVHZdnjNQYLUa9v8TJv_47AKPzTEszf0Vbmax-cLF4lf4H82zXmIA5891Oq_JvY/s1600/P1090974.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559286841748205410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvKH29jEeWc2xY3FNFnX_k3gnbDG4iDidwUtL2wNsoppEsY2-fRlbETBpeyhhzouwq4rLKhRM2MRuHYVHZdnjNQYLUa9v8TJv_47AKPzTEszf0Vbmax-cLF4lf4H82zXmIA5891Oq_JvY/s320/P1090974.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Daniela 5 and Genela 7 were equally comfortable with their relatives and us. </span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpLhkc2CkxT-WniGQpmfqp2Y_v5T_HOAe2neNhwq4wygQzTHyAvcrFHVFUHtRRy7GdwWLmMUaMHrDHc2yUS6nGuPPqpokHLhDfndsIxuyysiwHWiO2DQ42N97MfxlQK4qSpaXgqTzUbIM/s1600/P1090982.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559286832566345506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpLhkc2CkxT-WniGQpmfqp2Y_v5T_HOAe2neNhwq4wygQzTHyAvcrFHVFUHtRRy7GdwWLmMUaMHrDHc2yUS6nGuPPqpokHLhDfndsIxuyysiwHWiO2DQ42N97MfxlQK4qSpaXgqTzUbIM/s320/P1090982.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#3333ff;">This picture is a "Gwen picture." She would love to paint this scene--Daniela and Genela showing their little sister the ocean and waves.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDmmw_b_wkNN99mvyIyMInzEzq9yUSRJzdppmrQ9NNCOcmNDZH5SGOdthwK9yTiy27NoWQpQo34En0dTsLsCPbLfnGdEmD0Nbvrq0CTk9A44-NLWjphPLQPuxZcV3kOPWGweETorvffT8/s1600/P1090981.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559286824403954322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDmmw_b_wkNN99mvyIyMInzEzq9yUSRJzdppmrQ9NNCOcmNDZH5SGOdthwK9yTiy27NoWQpQo34En0dTsLsCPbLfnGdEmD0Nbvrq0CTk9A44-NLWjphPLQPuxZcV3kOPWGweETorvffT8/s320/P1090981.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#3333ff;"><em>Valeria, pronounced, <strong>Viladia</strong>, was so cute. One night she kept repeating, "Esta oscuro," and pointing outside. Then she put her finger to her mouth and made the "shh shh" sound. We couldn't figure out what she was saying. Finally, Liliana figured out she was telling us it was dark outside. No one knew how serious she was about the</em> oscuro noche<em>, until she refused to go outside for the family home evening. She was terrified of the dark. Only after the huge fire was lit, would she venture outside.</em> </span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggZfW_FauT_9bAMfxICV2L2CaJKmuBqL-tV_k0wO86PYNxdCR9uTOl5wLOyFQi_aZ8BXHNif8_NQ_Bj4PoB-ARXbBcZBU19cd1TIBhZucu3kwS61KzEbA-HUkgp3eZUAwBE07v-3NzUiA/s1600/P1090842.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559284082830487442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggZfW_FauT_9bAMfxICV2L2CaJKmuBqL-tV_k0wO86PYNxdCR9uTOl5wLOyFQi_aZ8BXHNif8_NQ_Bj4PoB-ARXbBcZBU19cd1TIBhZucu3kwS61KzEbA-HUkgp3eZUAwBE07v-3NzUiA/s320/P1090842.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000099;"><em>Liliana (in black), her mother and father next to her on the right, her sister Lesli with Valeria, the two little girs, and the Ghents and us, gathered for a picture after church</em>. I noticed a little girl try to hitch a ride on the back of a moto taxi, my mouth is open to shout to the young fellow driving the taxi. This is a branch, quite remote, in fact. Right now there are no proselyting missionaries, but when the Piura Mission receives more missionaries, they can open up this area again. In the meantime, the ward missionaries are diligent and successful! </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">The members of this little branch were so grateful to have missionaries visit. It was a tender experience and I had a lump in my throat much of the three hours. They are so happy to serve and to bear their testimonies.</span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1vxo62ZWuvK8-0oZVrzHqVm62ygV0iKU0VAw34zU3FFrzSjwx6IFyJc-w4VOkfKs7iDO13A7XMl_S-Hwlr0ImV8MrO6LN81o6gSNMp6KNDHWgtehvSHaUuygKRhWzG-yubv22xQ_h4CQ/s1600/P1090856.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559284074802454434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1vxo62ZWuvK8-0oZVrzHqVm62ygV0iKU0VAw34zU3FFrzSjwx6IFyJc-w4VOkfKs7iDO13A7XMl_S-Hwlr0ImV8MrO6LN81o6gSNMp6KNDHWgtehvSHaUuygKRhWzG-yubv22xQ_h4CQ/s320/P1090856.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Dad and I and one of the girls rode home in one of three moto taxis. The ride isn't bad.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBWg2I5HNPleVwGD3rqhBQWb1ICJhgdkgRGPBgp6mFpGjJTo19g0m5jVukb9qJkXqPu10_4qGTCqBTBsVXO5D7eGamFdkBCuxvZjkNFocasObCus7nmyTw_Lvozzu2fuUf59He7I7C_AI/s1600/P1090993.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559284070397113026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBWg2I5HNPleVwGD3rqhBQWb1ICJhgdkgRGPBgp6mFpGjJTo19g0m5jVukb9qJkXqPu10_4qGTCqBTBsVXO5D7eGamFdkBCuxvZjkNFocasObCus7nmyTw_Lvozzu2fuUf59He7I7C_AI/s320/P1090993.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#3333ff;">If I didn't tell you this is a gas station, would you guess it? See the liters of gas lined up?" Yup! That's gasoline for the moto taxis. The larger barrels on the roadside are for the taxis. When we are riding in a regular taxi, we are sitting on the gas tank! Scary. When they taxi is running out of gas, the driver just replaces the cannister.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9PckfOmdZZeRVxA-61NC8J4XhDeDagHaYpjn4pf_9cJ1M59tzP63DN1ipIG6HHoaxoE3t53P685Jf68zKhpLu5HuNJvhNqEZtY-himfDMWQ1WjvDeaaXuMZrk97wZOje8cAtehDfSOAE/s1600/P1090943.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559280219715087874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9PckfOmdZZeRVxA-61NC8J4XhDeDagHaYpjn4pf_9cJ1M59tzP63DN1ipIG6HHoaxoE3t53P685Jf68zKhpLu5HuNJvhNqEZtY-himfDMWQ1WjvDeaaXuMZrk97wZOje8cAtehDfSOAE/s320/P1090943.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> <em><span style="color:#3333ff;">This is a sunset view of the little fishing fleet of boats and one of the shacks where the fishermen bring their catch to sell to the locals. Each morning Liliana's mother and father walked up the beach to buy the white fish right off the boats. I don't know where they bought the fresh shrimp forSunday afternoon's dinner of cooked shrimp and onions dressed with lime. It was scrumptious!</span></em><br /></span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkrtvEw49Q1VLLMEiTdduthz92cUYHPXF47zwFdQXzjUhUvN5U0DVkcbjgH-LQUEtydjGnBngZyQ9rVr7XGE9uT3cwa44bdk2UBfbREHndO-cpi7hJk_GLyfUzpAbHL5cVf7ZoFxCQ4qc/s1600/P1090854.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559280214762076994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkrtvEw49Q1VLLMEiTdduthz92cUYHPXF47zwFdQXzjUhUvN5U0DVkcbjgH-LQUEtydjGnBngZyQ9rVr7XGE9uT3cwa44bdk2UBfbREHndO-cpi7hJk_GLyfUzpAbHL5cVf7ZoFxCQ4qc/s320/P1090854.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">This view gives an idea of the roughness of the terrain. There was no green grass of any sort. Also lacking were paved roads and sidewalks. We really were reminded of the old Westerns, the TV shows and movies of the Wild West. In some respects the land reminded us of Utah foothills or Kanab and Moab without the red rocks. </span></em><br /></span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia17SIiKMdDFstqnClkPUkSkSUlVYW1Ek_m3GC3mmc791Qrkvtp7LtEYsoUkoiEPkALRNQZO6KFHQPUjoAc5us5cu22CIYkmKLg-MTSVhc0xTCwRuCiRslI8LYB_zHzc371khkQUiv_uo/s1600/P1090802.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559280203380918658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia17SIiKMdDFstqnClkPUkSkSUlVYW1Ek_m3GC3mmc791Qrkvtp7LtEYsoUkoiEPkALRNQZO6KFHQPUjoAc5us5cu22CIYkmKLg-MTSVhc0xTCwRuCiRslI8LYB_zHzc371khkQUiv_uo/s320/P1090802.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> <em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Ah, could life get much better than this? We joked about how many men it takes to plant beach umbrellas in the sand...when the wind is against the effort.</span></em><br /><br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrTO7U2hzm-zXYi7FndW4TPG_HRfF_XDKJ2KMpJtXga8mJVv25JL6lv3ch8J7mV6FTzDDp26mnh0u2VW4jVagulRb21M6fOw2sPWhxzdocLg_bpjyxK9bMwJFGJJizxCc97VM_wvSIzb8/s1600/P1090799.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559274707096995954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrTO7U2hzm-zXYi7FndW4TPG_HRfF_XDKJ2KMpJtXga8mJVv25JL6lv3ch8J7mV6FTzDDp26mnh0u2VW4jVagulRb21M6fOw2sPWhxzdocLg_bpjyxK9bMwJFGJJizxCc97VM_wvSIzb8/s320/P1090799.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Then it turned into a frond waving moment. Shade and cooler air--who could ask for more? The men spent a lot of time chasing the umbrellas which uprooted and blew away a few times each day. The wind wasn't hard enough to blow the sand, just the umbrellas.</span></em><br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKVLnxuuVAYpVFMa04J8y_u2J9aM09diwBeeCH_QYgjZxCA2Q-SzRoFsSGw-zbaXogQLGO8W1RjSDENjdWNz2j0pdJ7JxXMpmSTFnoU1uTp6QKKHiDFhYIMTGg_QPLQRRwUNzRv1EFGnY/s1600/P1090821.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559274704628069138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKVLnxuuVAYpVFMa04J8y_u2J9aM09diwBeeCH_QYgjZxCA2Q-SzRoFsSGw-zbaXogQLGO8W1RjSDENjdWNz2j0pdJ7JxXMpmSTFnoU1uTp6QKKHiDFhYIMTGg_QPLQRRwUNzRv1EFGnY/s320/P1090821.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Such scenes as this one were so restful and renewing--lots of reading, lots of conversation, and a few cat naps.</span></em><br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQu50ZZcDGPJBlHWOlFWh3SKga5FFBLdMGv3giKTMJUprNOHuUEs9wTy62YJTRIa3XfcnwpFoz0a_zzt7SiMRKxvJ9dVGnjVj41wHvdMUim1lrjZcJByjLGj-MuWUIgju5Q48CwZk4_E/s1600/P1090902.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559274698619528866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQu50ZZcDGPJBlHWOlFWh3SKga5FFBLdMGv3giKTMJUprNOHuUEs9wTy62YJTRIa3XfcnwpFoz0a_zzt7SiMRKxvJ9dVGnjVj41wHvdMUim1lrjZcJByjLGj-MuWUIgju5Q48CwZk4_E/s320/P1090902.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Sand crabs are great fun to watch. They dig their holes every morning, gathering clumps of sand and throwing them up and away. They also pat the sand down with their two front paddle like claws. Notice the pattern this sand crab made to create his shade hole for the day.</span></em><br /><br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPTQQOtGkr8JHcKmyCb2jEB0k_cQmUZNxq4D6224r_VjQJLQVjaL7AHwDD-qFfdez7OVNytrcKO9MR1FRVH69YrskRJpbCV5PjpZ6h_i41dheN89mfugwRx8Gr1KlcxZ4ly-2Zv8R-zks/s1600/P1090883.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559272575744159426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPTQQOtGkr8JHcKmyCb2jEB0k_cQmUZNxq4D6224r_VjQJLQVjaL7AHwDD-qFfdez7OVNytrcKO9MR1FRVH69YrskRJpbCV5PjpZ6h_i41dheN89mfugwRx8Gr1KlcxZ4ly-2Zv8R-zks/s320/P1090883.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> <em><span style="color:#3333ff;">This picture would be better blown up. Notice the sand crabs in the right corner working on their holes. They pinkish crabs are barely visible.</span></em><br /></span><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9_5d2ewrFAG-XNd7RNbVXduRIKEMNYTu2Dicn-nNGL_a8BYP13l0q6LgppU1fS-1O7QguakocRhFlOy-K0-lo8mpafclaLRDjwj805nGEgKCZWsX8opnRGv-xoy1onXCBAuAXdGIWx9E/s1600/P1090811.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559272571201731762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9_5d2ewrFAG-XNd7RNbVXduRIKEMNYTu2Dicn-nNGL_a8BYP13l0q6LgppU1fS-1O7QguakocRhFlOy-K0-lo8mpafclaLRDjwj805nGEgKCZWsX8opnRGv-xoy1onXCBAuAXdGIWx9E/s320/P1090811.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> <em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Kathryn and I spent early mornings collecting large oyster shells. However, when she found this, we knew we had a treasure. It's a honed tool of some kind. The holes suggest the stone might have been a hatchet or a cleaver lashed to some kind of handle. </span></em><br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghAItSLJEm5mi9UHmT4iRBTgeIOoLt_ygBTujX5aizrs7cWB8Vb4HZdpgyrZOpkliWS2S2z5SVWoY9IsbRRAErYJ15Ib-wBa1hTmNIPe69ZPHZdCVncHHCZz24to5f1GrB6qiLE8zE-DY/s1600/P1090881.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559270330520343234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghAItSLJEm5mi9UHmT4iRBTgeIOoLt_ygBTujX5aizrs7cWB8Vb4HZdpgyrZOpkliWS2S2z5SVWoY9IsbRRAErYJ15Ib-wBa1hTmNIPe69ZPHZdCVncHHCZz24to5f1GrB6qiLE8zE-DY/s320/P1090881.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Besides sand crabs, we watched moto taxis loaded with workers or families, cruising along the beach.</span></em> </span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFu7HGsRUTa_lhQneFQIgGS20w_QnXD1jr2JDcoCt6PccJSeUY6cbjBjvAz-eh0teRMvwsFD3B_sDZrzWF9SUVd-QvtV45Uvwij4vjT-DI4eQlEiFopfIE4ISGckFhZyomBFfYGBFwTeY/s1600/P1090962.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559270328298233474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFu7HGsRUTa_lhQneFQIgGS20w_QnXD1jr2JDcoCt6PccJSeUY6cbjBjvAz-eh0teRMvwsFD3B_sDZrzWF9SUVd-QvtV45Uvwij4vjT-DI4eQlEiFopfIE4ISGckFhZyomBFfYGBFwTeY/s320/P1090962.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> <em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Sand crabs fight any other crabs who try to take over their holes. We watched this one go from hole to hole but he wasn't welcome anywhere. Apparently, he was too lazy to dig his own hole. He was also not pinkish enough. Interesting.</span></em></span></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl52OFXlRqDMlEqv7YAIodxJljjDxBjJMJIlROsFCJiAUFdnJOD-SsMiLEmjZLt9m0X8wIGIet1QoFHYFKR1OMP0JH1PrKz5qD16J2cXeneediTbObIGxXlz6a1e5IXjZrWhFxS3YcZb8/s1600/P1090796.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559270321817481362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl52OFXlRqDMlEqv7YAIodxJljjDxBjJMJIlROsFCJiAUFdnJOD-SsMiLEmjZLt9m0X8wIGIet1QoFHYFKR1OMP0JH1PrKz5qD16J2cXeneediTbObIGxXlz6a1e5IXjZrWhFxS3YcZb8/s320/P1090796.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> <em><span style="color:#3333ff;">One morning Kathryn and I found this squid washed up. </span></em><br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNTELdvUcrwMt8I1ZPHAnxon_0wpVa1TuBCZZQupblkh21Gr_wUrTgv5AOBSsZcmpfOfXh32oue0Wf3NrpyTbGzv4WybfXcFy3UEM2EOvEpTFEewmLZdIWeTdsLTVt57gOts46n7qA6-Q/s1600/P1090802.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi81A96Or0bmr1Ak2leIA6vdNcHJZKbwOh149mSLSUuu4g2eswerLC-RRf_qFNii5i7QGVDm_xPARZjhT_73Uow-rn-3DbfzoaEmuhGI_GJWM3mTSaho2J5CzWdtEEQvwdgts1DvLZz0w/s1600/P1090831.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559247626807616786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi81A96Or0bmr1Ak2leIA6vdNcHJZKbwOh149mSLSUuu4g2eswerLC-RRf_qFNii5i7QGVDm_xPARZjhT_73Uow-rn-3DbfzoaEmuhGI_GJWM3mTSaho2J5CzWdtEEQvwdgts1DvLZz0w/s320/P1090831.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Of all the beach "characters" this one stole the show. Every day this pink pig and one of his grey pig friends scavenged for food. The hospedaje is in the back ground. Milagros told us he belongs to a family up the beach somewhere.</span></em>Suzanne Slingerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345615438286075228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851910607816486991.post-35364760345707284352010-12-16T07:48:00.000-08:002010-12-16T09:49:16.222-08:00"These Are a Few of My Favorite Things"<strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">These December days are flying by. Only two days on the calendar are not filled in. That's OK. Something picture worthy will happen for sure. In the meantime, these are a few pictures from early to mid December</span></em></strong>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmrUd3GbFzsi-PGzr6br4xH7Gd0i2DwwyanxbVGILH9lo6t2wbihY60mBiWD59KPTl6REqrFb1HhIaw-oK8cAoKLsnvvmRJMYhrqXUZOUypATGyaEUdMOJURuWHXFoTp0u2HyUki1ShSY/s1600/P1090507.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551318605076063858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmrUd3GbFzsi-PGzr6br4xH7Gd0i2DwwyanxbVGILH9lo6t2wbihY60mBiWD59KPTl6REqrFb1HhIaw-oK8cAoKLsnvvmRJMYhrqXUZOUypATGyaEUdMOJURuWHXFoTp0u2HyUki1ShSY/s320/P1090507.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#000099;"><em></em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><em></em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><em><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Dad had time to accompany me and the North American missionaries on their excursion to Old Lima by way of the coast. Instead of stopping on the beach, the bus driver took us to a </strong></span></em></span><span style="color:#000099;"><em><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>scenic spot on the cliffs overlooking the sea. I love my role as the official tour guide for the missionaries who have three more weeks in the CCM. The Latins have only three weeks.</strong></span></em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><em></em></span><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfODshuuYKA26ealMStczw6Y_2iuQERmHOck8hFfvOu8eCwBucOK5MLhXwR0CJxEJeaKQ4IGUaGTVlWA2nXXkV-M3Hkqdd6CWnZa9P-37D91wcytbdjPlXIaLykB_7UBKv6ZixyZl56Jw/s1600/P1090544.JPG"><span style="color:#000099;"><em><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551317498789354978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfODshuuYKA26ealMStczw6Y_2iuQERmHOck8hFfvOu8eCwBucOK5MLhXwR0CJxEJeaKQ4IGUaGTVlWA2nXXkV-M3Hkqdd6CWnZa9P-37D91wcytbdjPlXIaLykB_7UBKv6ZixyZl56Jw/s320/P1090544.JPG" /></em></span></a><strong> </strong><em><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>At a stoplight we watched this mime artist. The acrobats and jugglers are out in full force now. All the schools are out for the holidays and the summer vacation which began this week and will end in March.<br /><br /></strong></span><br /></span></em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2cyOLav8uxjz-Otm38jnHwTBdFJW6hcodB1-etimZH5n0MxpRs7tfQltixCAvbdDaC1aQ_Qvp-Py9ptfGw08uyiPPczoX8OEZc9YLVPbfcpr9mNY0dHdiiTM0fMiGD9bZAvQOYDaOF4g/s1600/P1090503.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551317489962799362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2cyOLav8uxjz-Otm38jnHwTBdFJW6hcodB1-etimZH5n0MxpRs7tfQltixCAvbdDaC1aQ_Qvp-Py9ptfGw08uyiPPczoX8OEZc9YLVPbfcpr9mNY0dHdiiTM0fMiGD9bZAvQOYDaOF4g/s320/P1090503.JPG" /></a><strong><em> <span style="color:#990000;">Just below the cliff where the Elders are is the surfers' monument, a three sided, surfboard-like structure. </span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWW3P8BfaERsmqJgCw0ZPxsA9kJRNkiBc7B7zhnwbmyjdDWbTyxjqDaPhc0ptOhR8MvnNBEfOFIA3JR1bxD4ECsa2EVNR2IFn6APFXkefXvQ6Z6YMBixvin3Ug5QxtuoZq-NSovF3afjI/s1600/P1090513.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551316377896551282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWW3P8BfaERsmqJgCw0ZPxsA9kJRNkiBc7B7zhnwbmyjdDWbTyxjqDaPhc0ptOhR8MvnNBEfOFIA3JR1bxD4ECsa2EVNR2IFn6APFXkefXvQ6Z6YMBixvin3Ug5QxtuoZq-NSovF3afjI/s320/P1090513.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#990000;"><strong> </strong></span><span style="color:#990000;"><strong><em>The views are particularly beautiful from this vantage point. We are looking down onto the surfers' monument and park which has been under development since we came 16 months ago. All along the coast parks, playgrounds, and sandy developments are under construction to make the coast a destination for families.</em><br /></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7UjLAEL1Al5Nvp6G-0Tl5QYBMqVp_PURdWuV1mplt4c3CHkDKy5rBkVa_JNvu-jWedrPAJKBwV47CKWStil4B3NWLxfgSqKA4SkoBBcvP4MmDqzNpDOochZaW7VncrZ4frqZmZGTu32w/s1600/P1090526.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551316376083790258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7UjLAEL1Al5Nvp6G-0Tl5QYBMqVp_PURdWuV1mplt4c3CHkDKy5rBkVa_JNvu-jWedrPAJKBwV47CKWStil4B3NWLxfgSqKA4SkoBBcvP4MmDqzNpDOochZaW7VncrZ4frqZmZGTu32w/s320/P1090526.JPG" /></a><em> <span style="color:#990000;"><strong>The Christmas tree on the Plaza de Armas/Main Square is under construction--a tree-shaped wooden structure over the fountain. The large brass nativity is in on the balcony of the Governor's Palace, and the traffic policewomen are in festive costume. </strong></span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9XFmFfdVVZadHfjc0buG738-VLfsdogaB9Stv-YX-n6A1YKkxn2mKfzmwR0o1T_FXg4cmlPM9eugR0upY_1AzLtbD6oFpF3VvOlmfeiYupZffUiEydnDYFhyphenhyphenYB0v0TlDJ87jD1E0tboo/s1600/P1090531.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551316371479343474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9XFmFfdVVZadHfjc0buG738-VLfsdogaB9Stv-YX-n6A1YKkxn2mKfzmwR0o1T_FXg4cmlPM9eugR0upY_1AzLtbD6oFpF3VvOlmfeiYupZffUiEydnDYFhyphenhyphenYB0v0TlDJ87jD1E0tboo/s320/P1090531.JPG" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">We are sitting on the steps of the Basilica waiting for our tourbus which was nearly an hour late. However, we enjoyed people watching and visiting with strangers who were quite taken by the sight of all the Elders in their white shirts and ties and the Hermanas and me. We had some strange and interesting encounters. The downside to the long wait was that I had invited the Armstrongs for dinner at 6:30pm. We didn't get back to the apartment until 6:00pm. Dad set the table while I put together the Lion House Chicken Salad dinner. I had made the salad earlier so it was just a matter of putting the dinner together.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinlVAjm-9cfWrqTgV0h0ZzuBB_H1BS-zXIwmrigpl-oTtgeId4ippOgrIBSMreLPkCvhDFPOoVDr4UI1eabBmmYC5_kYkms6HD7qt6Pyrs8xwiJhscXmd702u2H21PI3GcM0ZGNevb2RE/s1600/P1090472.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551314097456778194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinlVAjm-9cfWrqTgV0h0ZzuBB_H1BS-zXIwmrigpl-oTtgeId4ippOgrIBSMreLPkCvhDFPOoVDr4UI1eabBmmYC5_kYkms6HD7qt6Pyrs8xwiJhscXmd702u2H21PI3GcM0ZGNevb2RE/s320/P1090472.JPG" /></a> <em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">The Area office grounds are just spectacular--the colorful gardens and lightposts are decorated with garlands, pinecones, and lights.</span></strong></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz8w4vrqzGi7_0CohZj52fApM_Y2czzRfVrHoPuDZsaPOQDlF6yjkfl7jD_fC1u189AT0Hd_RZmzlKw8vuMeFViK6VD8DaMo3rK_17SFBmonwwuRBBcJiO3tptlJXSJijWTjxOSaHO3uk/s1600/P1090461.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551314093834713458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz8w4vrqzGi7_0CohZj52fApM_Y2czzRfVrHoPuDZsaPOQDlF6yjkfl7jD_fC1u189AT0Hd_RZmzlKw8vuMeFViK6VD8DaMo3rK_17SFBmonwwuRBBcJiO3tptlJXSJijWTjxOSaHO3uk/s320/P1090461.JPG" /></a><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;"> The artist of this multicolored nativity lives in Lima. The only place one can purchase his art is at Larco Mar in Mireflores or at the Lima Airport. I have his phone number and email. It might have to be the last nativity we buy here. </span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr-q2i7VABCbordCwufSdq9YjtTfA6UPgPiFQw8CBV4Du7HS_am_Q2kKL4ms9aymHeOAIXAyXvJr0qGkoPzT6EcFkA46kb1LXMnX2g_QRaLYdrW9Bn5S7VQbdwdQTtabUazLecDzsyxuE/s1600/P1090455.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551314089684962322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr-q2i7VABCbordCwufSdq9YjtTfA6UPgPiFQw8CBV4Du7HS_am_Q2kKL4ms9aymHeOAIXAyXvJr0qGkoPzT6EcFkA46kb1LXMnX2g_QRaLYdrW9Bn5S7VQbdwdQTtabUazLecDzsyxuE/s320/P1090455.JPG" /></a><strong><span style="color:#990000;"><em> The North American wives lunch was such fun. We played Christmas songs on the bells, ate scrumptious food and visited. The young mother in the blue t-shirt just had her first boy. She has two little girls. She is one of 15 children who has written a fascinating book about growing up in a large, well organized family. Her little girl is under the table in the next picture. Her husband works for the US Embassy.</em></span></strong><br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhug7RSiQ5pIzYki8rh9Q6ClFSyRnHG34c8Bi9mzigu81aN9QJoypP-YOcrpkeHCiL7QvJwip5OuS_g2brtXO6fKFWzgHX2l-mGRkujLP2ayM-22SI45DXOAKKiK3_wW5HEAV3ixEkW93I/s1600/P1090456.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551312581095990962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhug7RSiQ5pIzYki8rh9Q6ClFSyRnHG34c8Bi9mzigu81aN9QJoypP-YOcrpkeHCiL7QvJwip5OuS_g2brtXO6fKFWzgHX2l-mGRkujLP2ayM-22SI45DXOAKKiK3_wW5HEAV3ixEkW93I/s320/P1090456.JPG" /></a><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Kennedy was fun to watch. I took several pictures of her in different positions.<br />What child doesn't like to play under a table. I remember when we had a quilt on in the living room that one or two of our "people" played under the quilt.</span></strong></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ5K5f-9eUYiOWkmHmXRlZuiF-7f7XqU3PoKvc4d2_1yxA9ulfttAmrJ3OZYq-FTzX0ChD2pzDsCiRkPNovmjpZy4Ot2XGhtvXJwi7YuNy8DiprIvf-7kM9O0S5Rcc_KBfYr-gh8o_Sb4/s1600/P1090452.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551312578310647298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ5K5f-9eUYiOWkmHmXRlZuiF-7f7XqU3PoKvc4d2_1yxA9ulfttAmrJ3OZYq-FTzX0ChD2pzDsCiRkPNovmjpZy4Ot2XGhtvXJwi7YuNy8DiprIvf-7kM9O0S5Rcc_KBfYr-gh8o_Sb4/s320/P1090452.JPG" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">More of the CCM plaza is lighted now. When we came out of the auditorio after the despedida on Sunday night, I took pictures. It's magical at night. </span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjISsQXvLQ1SiuccEESJccAPqn_iwhN9S8u7epVX6UzbVfr-TgKMuey5G4DSe_DyhCLkvJzAbrXtYYfA5oCwSj_cp0xvY9n-jY1LrQ6CCKnst9FzQ8rh03C3w25GQS8MAMLIUiiNTr6g-4/s1600/P1090441.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551310748075508658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjISsQXvLQ1SiuccEESJccAPqn_iwhN9S8u7epVX6UzbVfr-TgKMuey5G4DSe_DyhCLkvJzAbrXtYYfA5oCwSj_cp0xvY9n-jY1LrQ6CCKnst9FzQ8rh03C3w25GQS8MAMLIUiiNTr6g-4/s320/P1090441.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#990000;"><strong> The La Molina Ward party was a kick. Santa had a present for every Primary aged child. He called their names, one at a time. The nativity presentation was so fun. The little sheep refused to keep his headdress on. Little Mary (Graciela's daughter Camila) was very big with child--she could hardly move from the many balloons stuffed under her robes. I sang three Christmas songs with a group of Relief Society sisters. For not practicing at all, we sounded really good. Dad said the harmony was balanced. I love how they do things here--no pressure!</strong></span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj21e-eXsXs4HiTWvt3V8PXg5IElv0Ja1Ppai0_tDUrx_exae7E5eRrj7b-hReOQi5yk78qfo5WU94MSZGq7Jr6NveY8NhphkEjNtZCIZvsHxGTApptl01GdHd5VA7b0uMGh2WXueFuNXw/s1600/P1090445.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551310742751142482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj21e-eXsXs4HiTWvt3V8PXg5IElv0Ja1Ppai0_tDUrx_exae7E5eRrj7b-hReOQi5yk78qfo5WU94MSZGq7Jr6NveY8NhphkEjNtZCIZvsHxGTApptl01GdHd5VA7b0uMGh2WXueFuNXw/s320/P1090445.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><em><strong>With 151 missionaries, the auditorio is nearly filled. This is the group which sang for the US Embassy's top people a couple of weeks ago. President Whetten gave me permission to shoot some pictures Sunday night. Cameras are allowed only the P-day before they go into the field and on the day they are boarding buses for the airport</strong></em></span><em><span style="color:#990000;"><strong> or meeting their Lima mission presidents.</strong></span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfDUIQQ7xCVq0i-T953-7E0aMEdS3AyxqeBxKVjjEG4iWlhF1rzxE0_Pwz1xDnRB2nRlRh4odj_KdITsZXrTMxzwMJXIff5TkWEnW-5ID9QCv8n94vhp1t81a5os1yuaeJnLLSsL6Vm2c/s1600/P1090446.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551310739633569842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfDUIQQ7xCVq0i-T953-7E0aMEdS3AyxqeBxKVjjEG4iWlhF1rzxE0_Pwz1xDnRB2nRlRh4odj_KdITsZXrTMxzwMJXIff5TkWEnW-5ID9QCv8n94vhp1t81a5os1yuaeJnLLSsL6Vm2c/s320/P1090446.JPG" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">The despedida--the farewell gathering before the missionaries go to their missions--is our favorite event at the CCM. All the districts present a theme and scripture and then sing a hymn. We are amazed at the creativity of some of the districts.</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKYExObi1z-ZBjgFNic0tUNPtsRWbZQQpHtvdktDzKy2G639Bhq2U6HLRBhTeEjljZoJTaFCShBZyeXC_KFPEkD8GvrFV8gS3UlwPil9bELf7LWI9N8b7oOofkl4nMo52moxlC0fWiJQo/s1600/P1090443.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551309295662624866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKYExObi1z-ZBjgFNic0tUNPtsRWbZQQpHtvdktDzKy2G639Bhq2U6HLRBhTeEjljZoJTaFCShBZyeXC_KFPEkD8GvrFV8gS3UlwPil9bELf7LWI9N8b7oOofkl4nMo52moxlC0fWiJQo/s320/P1090443.JPG" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">Since I had my camera with me, I asked the Hermanas if I could take their pictures. Teaching Relief Society to the North Americans is one of my favorite "things" of our mission. The sister on the far left is going to one of the northern missions to serve as the mission nurse. Dad is so grateful for their presence--only three missions have nurses and they are invaluable. </span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgobs-iJk3yQk5k9KyehCc3ssq0Lm_I6UC_HKqH6qxVdDdEyIiTHTbD5uJ9bkdL5mwPfTIyBj7YSMC9jKCKKocc_b-3MhS9GpVtsZPrIgUw4hD7nCevL9JY11Spp8K9J9qkJ9IUU1bS1c/s1600/P1090464.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551309290582355874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgobs-iJk3yQk5k9KyehCc3ssq0Lm_I6UC_HKqH6qxVdDdEyIiTHTbD5uJ9bkdL5mwPfTIyBj7YSMC9jKCKKocc_b-3MhS9GpVtsZPrIgUw4hD7nCevL9JY11Spp8K9J9qkJ9IUU1bS1c/s320/P1090464.JPG" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">Barbra Brasher, Cheryl Whitaker, Betty Ann Armstrong, and I had to have a "farewell" picture</span></em> </strong><em><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>together. The Whitakers are returning to Las Vegas at the end of the month, the Armstrongs are going home for the holidays, Betty Ann and her daughter are staying until the end of February, and we are leaving on the 25th of February. </strong></span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN6d_a7mYBSsEwmsdLE9RFOPRHW-u9Ma-Pdot71zXIrmLKJV9ESLFqAFfCAtf2OHsymcG88INMBiPmoBpS2rZjGJQ3VO9i7N5IoZICBIdWgpsltooEAIq2KWbj-wXojDuwUqjKZqi3kAo/s1600/P1090545.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551309287486845698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN6d_a7mYBSsEwmsdLE9RFOPRHW-u9Ma-Pdot71zXIrmLKJV9ESLFqAFfCAtf2OHsymcG88INMBiPmoBpS2rZjGJQ3VO9i7N5IoZICBIdWgpsltooEAIq2KWbj-wXojDuwUqjKZqi3kAo/s320/P1090545.JPG" /></a><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#660000;">A perfect picture to end with is this young juggler who could juggle three balls in one hand or five in his two hands while standing out in the middle of the road where five lanes of traffic merged into an ovallo wide enough for three lanes of cars. What a way to make a few centavos!</span></em></strong></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Suzanne Slingerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345615438286075228noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851910607816486991.post-25908915446092026242010-12-09T13:42:00.000-08:002010-12-11T06:31:47.887-08:00La Bistecca<span style="color:#990000;">Dad and I cannot help thinking about the great and grand buffet meal we had at La Bistecca on Monday. We liked the food so much, we want to gather a crowd and go back for more.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8lH7ron9rt5iUw5kxm3k5yHLNskTCmIqrhG3jMXyqKf8GqfHJhaSEGT7XCJvXsXGdlwL-ulh7slHbWbGPI8kudNtPKfxpyi8I2mm79-2K-FNQ6LXP82eCmygtTGYcqhyphenhyphenBiOLq4QyWdwk/s1600/P1090336.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548810557029130114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8lH7ron9rt5iUw5kxm3k5yHLNskTCmIqrhG3jMXyqKf8GqfHJhaSEGT7XCJvXsXGdlwL-ulh7slHbWbGPI8kudNtPKfxpyi8I2mm79-2K-FNQ6LXP82eCmygtTGYcqhyphenhyphenBiOLq4QyWdwk/s320/P1090336.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#990000;"> </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><em>Juana and Liliana, full-time secretaries for the Area presidency, are the movers and shakers in the office. All business goes through them. The Area secretaries, Jack Beals and Bruce Ghent, who are serving missions with their wives, handle all the ecclesiastical affairs under the direction of the Area presidency. Even they could not do all they do without the skills of Juana and Liliana.</em></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc9AAC9bbgJPowqQAd5mHBJ-7yPwpLIetbLySi_bz7FkGQ6cCFIHsqeEij-jZQACXr9nTQy9uWHaHHj8v3mJ4VWWB1-EB8jCM5fQT1hOQKjXjmDSD-i1AIBeke3NNNLFuull62u2KlpDA/s1600/P1090324.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548810553499064978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc9AAC9bbgJPowqQAd5mHBJ-7yPwpLIetbLySi_bz7FkGQ6cCFIHsqeEij-jZQACXr9nTQy9uWHaHHj8v3mJ4VWWB1-EB8jCM5fQT1hOQKjXjmDSD-i1AIBeke3NNNLFuull62u2KlpDA/s320/P1090324.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> </span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#000099;"><br /></span><span style="color:#990000;">These missionaries were a raucous bunch. The Ghents, on the left, are shirttail cousins. Hna. Ghent is cousin Tim Hess's sister-in-law. The Strattons, from Provo, serve in the temple presidency. President Stratton was trying to blame his run-in with the chocolate fountain onto someone else. He's a great tease--he gives dad a bad time about the weight he's lost and he calls him "Doc." Fun, hard working people! </span></em></p><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIEeixx-eiHlo9nXzp5DvJLtLAkXTafsPI4Mr9jiAHQrKKn9TK4BvBtnjQ0H5r1SIV1jsgqQXaPnVwgd8S106HxcWooZUshImQ1D4WhJONlNDvXeSYsx00V_YCR79qEEBJeqAalqTfTZM/s1600/P1090308.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548808616968766338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIEeixx-eiHlo9nXzp5DvJLtLAkXTafsPI4Mr9jiAHQrKKn9TK4BvBtnjQ0H5r1SIV1jsgqQXaPnVwgd8S106HxcWooZUshImQ1D4WhJONlNDvXeSYsx00V_YCR79qEEBJeqAalqTfTZM/s320/P1090308.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> </span></em><br /><p> </p><p> </p><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#990000;">These are the Brashers. She is the Area psychologist and he does all the computer work to keep her free to counsel. We are really enjoying them and appreciate the long, long hours they keep.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVHNqZR8A4588c1jDVtRqmJt3IfqWjQldcxIPmVVFhyphenhypheng49CBIMIOz9TN1Nx2mCDch90_fkIelxwINBwC3ME8EnzpEhRJvthGw3CMsehWsJDdvF1IVFBiBzxrkIl0kgK8wr_nSK-xHd8PM/s1600/P1090301.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548808611059795714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVHNqZR8A4588c1jDVtRqmJt3IfqWjQldcxIPmVVFhyphenhypheng49CBIMIOz9TN1Nx2mCDch90_fkIelxwINBwC3ME8EnzpEhRJvthGw3CMsehWsJDdvF1IVFBiBzxrkIl0kgK8wr_nSK-xHd8PM/s320/P1090301.JPG" /></a> </div><div><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><em>The Whitakers from Henderson NV have just completed their third mission. They have been working on the Perpetual Education Fund, PEF, which helps young men and women get an education. In Peru and Chile there are no scholarships. Education is very expensive and many cannot afford to go beyond a high school educational experience. </em><br /></span><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTDjqbq_WZQ_UeT61imcyRZpw8-6Tg-Jzv5s8xz1n745QEa_07U3pnLneKjnZL1BmlwBN5E0xlSZImvibS-8V5Hkef4MyPCK2LVFwlphFTLlBJzsxMMqAutlMGyrcQhpBccz4owqDnA8U/s1600/P1090299.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548808602127824626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTDjqbq_WZQ_UeT61imcyRZpw8-6Tg-Jzv5s8xz1n745QEa_07U3pnLneKjnZL1BmlwBN5E0xlSZImvibS-8V5Hkef4MyPCK2LVFwlphFTLlBJzsxMMqAutlMGyrcQhpBccz4owqDnA8U/s320/P1090299.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#990000;"><em></em></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;"><em>This is the pasta bar I tried to get a shot of last December. One of the cooks told me I couldn't take a picture. This time I shot it from afar. I cannot begin to describe the choices of pasta. I ordered four different ravioli creations which was just exactly enough food for me. Last year I filled up on the salad and meat. The menu boards are hanging overhead, but I just pointed to the examples on the counter, and one of the cooks whipped up four appetizer-size creations.<br />Dad took advantage of the buffet and tried a little of many different creations.</em></span><span style="color:#990000;"><em><br /></em></span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548806295748705842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpHzFMouZTzw2G7plYkaHkTTdEN27YMKARcvU4F1ljvxIrYqPl_xgp_hMiAv_1psFG5CaUdSUzqPNkJEf4l8mrf9thp99bRgbrxRrL-BUppATlzfrBOxzolWu_vGE7kJlN3rpOM7RbQSM/s320/P1090327.JPG" /><br /><div><br /><em><span style="color:#990000;">Somehow I deleted the picture of the Chinese food section. You could eat here every day of the week and never repeat choices. I sometimes wish we lived in San Isidro, not just for the gastronomy, but for the proximity to the ocean.</span></em><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiVo8_OB3aTrsoG2HKx9cpw1MkmZ782eG5WlVeFlEELl3fhCuezQ-hva5C_ghsX56i-VWb4vyqfXwOcIb2dCoT9CUFALgS6Y9AYIJfYBkn1K9XXbceVwFoPn2dNM5ydig_MWBebYFH7g8/s1600/P1090321.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548804587201870466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiVo8_OB3aTrsoG2HKx9cpw1MkmZ782eG5WlVeFlEELl3fhCuezQ-hva5C_ghsX56i-VWb4vyqfXwOcIb2dCoT9CUFALgS6Y9AYIJfYBkn1K9XXbceVwFoPn2dNM5ydig_MWBebYFH7g8/s320/P1090321.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#990000;"> This section was all pasta salad creations, different beans, and avacado preparations--an interesting assortment. The line for the sushi bar and the grill was so long, I gave up. Instead, I went for the very rich milk chocolate fountain and the dozen assorted cookies, cakes, marshmallows, fruits, and candies for dipping in the fountain. </span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2OF5KluxdlvwNWz_rcwtNtI3aEnk6Zeggw8lZUUOeX4DoxxmvU8nWGBdwiJRZC3360LCLEpzNl9iBXXEQIoJa0N8XViIxwAH3VLoUdVPEjNDSDBoSA3Hznw0fssNuhd-u9Y6yVWBV4bI/s1600/P1090326.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548804577074203826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2OF5KluxdlvwNWz_rcwtNtI3aEnk6Zeggw8lZUUOeX4DoxxmvU8nWGBdwiJRZC3360LCLEpzNl9iBXXEQIoJa0N8XViIxwAH3VLoUdVPEjNDSDBoSA3Hznw0fssNuhd-u9Y6yVWBV4bI/s320/P1090326.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div>Suzanne Slingerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345615438286075228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851910607816486991.post-15173552631966249842010-12-07T07:26:00.001-08:002010-12-08T20:50:14.655-08:00It's Beginning to Look a lot like Christmas<em><span style="color:#990000;">Our little tabletop tree has a split personality--the lights chase each other, they twinkle, they grow from dim to bright, and different strands light up the different sections of the tree. We find ourselves "tree watching."</span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi22rFRfXQT59wZZKso06adIbinH2sjr40sg6Tv4Ao_8tDHMfrg7WECtPfnyoEOwsAbgP1eilTxXZY0BYqlsXfL3UCvrhiq8jv6KXUP7YN16zuTJh2N0GgF6W_T9-wJoAYab8Rp92vIxOo/s1600/P1090383.JPG"><em><span style="color:#990000;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548536493292374130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi22rFRfXQT59wZZKso06adIbinH2sjr40sg6Tv4Ao_8tDHMfrg7WECtPfnyoEOwsAbgP1eilTxXZY0BYqlsXfL3UCvrhiq8jv6KXUP7YN16zuTJh2N0GgF6W_T9-wJoAYab8Rp92vIxOo/s320/P1090383.JPG" /></span></em></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#990000;">Elder Nash and his counselors spoke at the South America Northwest Area Presidency Christmas Devotional on Monday morning. After the devotional, all the office employees and Area missionaries boarded buses--there were four huge tour buses--for a trip to San Isidro's La Bistecca Restaurant, a grand buffet.</span></em><br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdG99vZpxML3b8tEyAzsWs3qfM5BqZ6cg6ARDGiyKgMth7IcAIxZOHLkO-eXdpxayrB1quHL6hm7bPzEmoO0Myl94Hosr-CZ7XVe9bhn30lyFRKRG_cPemWTeZe8dfklfVgXW_F6niLA8/s1600/P1090305.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547971665907221730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdG99vZpxML3b8tEyAzsWs3qfM5BqZ6cg6ARDGiyKgMth7IcAIxZOHLkO-eXdpxayrB1quHL6hm7bPzEmoO0Myl94Hosr-CZ7XVe9bhn30lyFRKRG_cPemWTeZe8dfklfVgXW_F6niLA8/s320/P1090305.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#990000;"><em>This is one of many pictures taken of us. The spacious restaurant was totally filled with the office people. I'll include pictures of the different "stations" on the next blog. Chuck-a-Rama is a back yard picnic compared to La Bistecca.</em></span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj85xhEBKbhpbCtvCt4-spfBloGoGp7IEQkaLLyS-NRwdn4b5GvvhrannsNefhyU6jFba7M9PyVew0WFakHD4GsBy-vxfuYI8D2G8rcTFJIqtJAocx5zD95rEylR8E4s6s0nZYw1iC2-M0/s1600/P1090316.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547971660809496018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj85xhEBKbhpbCtvCt4-spfBloGoGp7IEQkaLLyS-NRwdn4b5GvvhrannsNefhyU6jFba7M9PyVew0WFakHD4GsBy-vxfuYI8D2G8rcTFJIqtJAocx5zD95rEylR8E4s6s0nZYw1iC2-M0/s320/P1090316.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#990000;"><em>Brother Ospino, on my left, helps us every Sunday with our power point presentations. He is a computer guru with the kindest heart. </em></span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtAvLnXBSI0be3CD-s6gXjhvQzxx4J5RnW9Sx_tVTSpRwVIMDeidlqqhdpc75FjfpljC3LQpxB1hvThQqyu6EIbZqi9_nnHWryI0FwO8q9X4WsvTRf0RXSgF-FdZwJENisDxfSwVaxGxg/s1600/P1090335.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547971649222620626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtAvLnXBSI0be3CD-s6gXjhvQzxx4J5RnW9Sx_tVTSpRwVIMDeidlqqhdpc75FjfpljC3LQpxB1hvThQqyu6EIbZqi9_nnHWryI0FwO8q9X4WsvTRf0RXSgF-FdZwJENisDxfSwVaxGxg/s320/P1090335.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#990000;">We were on the first bus load to return to the office. I shot this picture from the bus. </span></em><br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_jl8aVEziswym3j-jwzazh9DnMGSPnVE3Jk66H7az9A1Uu7P0mulyjMp-I2pTev5njy8QzXszLJravMbipr1lNiachb-1HADekE_iZ9XDbHZbN6jNamGhOciUJngS2KG3cCr9p8G-16w/s1600/P1090263.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547967943704809746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_jl8aVEziswym3j-jwzazh9DnMGSPnVE3Jk66H7az9A1Uu7P0mulyjMp-I2pTev5njy8QzXszLJravMbipr1lNiachb-1HADekE_iZ9XDbHZbN6jNamGhOciUJngS2KG3cCr9p8G-16w/s320/P1090263.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#990000;"><em>The CCM courtyard sparkles with white lights.</em></span><br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBDs8jhbdBP07Nyze2hXpO6atofhg0X99-nRlQz90soahhNAMqyZPX3chpoLJNzHglgTGKXkdWIJZau8fpIFKQmBQzdgH7By79xT51Q2lAVdOuqSp2NsO1mccIvgA076Xm5rSCUFlTlHI/s1600/P1090281.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547967934362541506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBDs8jhbdBP07Nyze2hXpO6atofhg0X99-nRlQz90soahhNAMqyZPX3chpoLJNzHglgTGKXkdWIJZau8fpIFKQmBQzdgH7By79xT51Q2lAVdOuqSp2NsO1mccIvgA076Xm5rSCUFlTlHI/s320/P1090281.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#990000;"> "The stockings were hung by the 'chimney' with care, in hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there." When there is no chimney, a black upholstered chair works.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbrGz3W8vBy7AwU534LXKw1JLXinZXuNZKYvqB5Z_spp_9johXu23WMUEvw1JzNFF3NFy6wl4-blydIxtTYN-TikA6gIEQ4SJXTIuJLuaDUUuNmFgusgp-aF2VZvFWjZcGdzg6AQHdybM/s1600/P1090277.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547966236519158258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbrGz3W8vBy7AwU534LXKw1JLXinZXuNZKYvqB5Z_spp_9johXu23WMUEvw1JzNFF3NFy6wl4-blydIxtTYN-TikA6gIEQ4SJXTIuJLuaDUUuNmFgusgp-aF2VZvFWjZcGdzg6AQHdybM/s320/P1090277.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#990000;">The Christmas pottery we bought at the grocery store adds color to the corner of the room.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjooQRfYuaPtobzztcObW0VpkYtKhyphenhyphen0CKyxmrRQG_eOPMjNqXpD0nPwIb2yHcWSqdkIQqUv81LcLq6UFst9WIa0qscbAwckCdwYRvswq7bNYfsVJjBa1UHTGCxMmB3tCCEqn3GUap3QA6g/s1600/P1090280.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547966229759655810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjooQRfYuaPtobzztcObW0VpkYtKhyphenhyphen0CKyxmrRQG_eOPMjNqXpD0nPwIb2yHcWSqdkIQqUv81LcLq6UFst9WIa0qscbAwckCdwYRvswq7bNYfsVJjBa1UHTGCxMmB3tCCEqn3GUap3QA6g/s320/P1090280.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#990000;"> This nativity shows the culture of the reed boat people of Lake Titicaca in Puno, Peru. When the Jeffries were here, we took a ride in a reed boat around the family's island.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzybhiypkH3DEjeMANFl54JCecBNGSShuLjox46lFJK-hGpWOn16JsHi1yp62YDOxGsWFvZ_Wz2zJmG4q_p8jmUIgvzDrcgexIogqZtYSQgsrfVXSdUgFtWO0DMxid0D5_WKsN9QJVqSk/s1600/P1090282.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547966224954380690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzybhiypkH3DEjeMANFl54JCecBNGSShuLjox46lFJK-hGpWOn16JsHi1yp62YDOxGsWFvZ_Wz2zJmG4q_p8jmUIgvzDrcgexIogqZtYSQgsrfVXSdUgFtWO0DMxid0D5_WKsN9QJVqSk/s320/P1090282.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#990000;">This is one of my favorite nativities depicting the Highland people of Peru. </span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgulz7qreJyAvbrrgXfakBY8L4TgQWDmKcNaRoCCB-ys6tFazlo8Q1xPdJVWRf2OC9jkXjoB9FzwbHiCGL_LtQTcpQU1Zz2ea2zgp2BFI_s1SVrOINcBe67G7_BbOMUhZw83CtK6gAzE6I/s1600/P1090283.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547963447825013458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgulz7qreJyAvbrrgXfakBY8L4TgQWDmKcNaRoCCB-ys6tFazlo8Q1xPdJVWRf2OC9jkXjoB9FzwbHiCGL_LtQTcpQU1Zz2ea2zgp2BFI_s1SVrOINcBe67G7_BbOMUhZw83CtK6gAzE6I/s320/P1090283.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#990000;">This nativity is made of tiny gold glass figures. Another version of this style is done with blue glass and gold headdresses.</span></em> </div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvIFsiyQ2LSh1aPfXwKJIcu7coydjNFZ774YIbT4vpPwdon4wOjIylwNxdu5MKKN3dTP9a_8znxIbejgWo7tAFjdPqsTKFU12K7KDAou390DqbvrMCx87ZsW4Iib_0lJIX5YCQ1n8kpy8/s1600/P1090287.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547963444913803250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvIFsiyQ2LSh1aPfXwKJIcu7coydjNFZ774YIbT4vpPwdon4wOjIylwNxdu5MKKN3dTP9a_8znxIbejgWo7tAFjdPqsTKFU12K7KDAou390DqbvrMCx87ZsW4Iib_0lJIX5YCQ1n8kpy8/s320/P1090287.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#990000;">One of the Elders serving in Lima South Mission sent this nativity from Ayacucho. The stable is made of river rock.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikL-x13-wwpg23C7LFeeyspr07f9kOoG3g3zYbwhkIHcknO5HWkM-pKGz0ekMwgCQZcchMDmpb9w_seWvFiu7-1t35ih3Xg3WqwVmttGIVljDfZQJFuYJocWhqdLBWnpgTwHNfjtX-5LI/s1600/P1090288.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 149px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547963438020376114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikL-x13-wwpg23C7LFeeyspr07f9kOoG3g3zYbwhkIHcknO5HWkM-pKGz0ekMwgCQZcchMDmpb9w_seWvFiu7-1t35ih3Xg3WqwVmttGIVljDfZQJFuYJocWhqdLBWnpgTwHNfjtX-5LI/s320/P1090288.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#990000;">Me encanta with the tiny one-piece nativities. The white one is made of the white sillar stone from the volcano Misti in Arequipa. The roof is in the style of the typical knitted Peruvian hat. The round nativity is a reproduction of nativities made in Colonial Peru.</span></em></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Suzanne Slingerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345615438286075228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851910607816486991.post-81310322649351513492010-12-03T06:47:00.000-08:002010-12-03T10:02:13.300-08:00Thanksgiving Celebrations Aplenty<em><span style="color:#660000;">Thanksgiving at our home has always included making the Indian cookies which reminds us of the Indians who saved the Pilgrims' lives by teaching them to plant corn and other vegetables and fruits as well as how to hunt for game. The first Indian cookies came from Grandma Hess who bought them at Mrs. Backers' Bakery one Thanksgiving in the late 1980s. Truth be told they are just fun to create and even more fun to eat. When some of our friends moved away from the neighborhood they told us what they missed most about not being neighbors was the Indian cookies. Fun to know!</span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0UuNTYCWpL_ign0LTjNcmX5ErIMrdWEJtw9AX4Bpqx0aMvvnPSQXiAU7yUT-CBj1aESqFEAPVk0Nf65adKfdo5nk5YItCruUaVz8ND5djfe2jd845T-izbnNESZCAlJwUktJRNrCXkfg/s1600/Thanksgiving+tradition+continues.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546499663426924130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0UuNTYCWpL_ign0LTjNcmX5ErIMrdWEJtw9AX4Bpqx0aMvvnPSQXiAU7yUT-CBj1aESqFEAPVk0Nf65adKfdo5nk5YItCruUaVz8ND5djfe2jd845T-izbnNESZCAlJwUktJRNrCXkfg/s320/Thanksgiving+tradition+continues.jpg" /></a><em><span style="color:#660000;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#660000;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#660000;"> The Jeffries sent this picture of the tradition continuing at their house. Kate, Emma, and Spencer were in charge of decorating the cookes. Emma and Margaret made and baked the cookies. Even Ellie was in on the act until it was her naptime. We just love to see this tradition continue into the next generation.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsMAb9L50N_oj74wyO5ISvuXcfQaMxYpNVtdvlYT9lDMCOCiEihYOcvaDDVVWko4jWEXVx7i12fc7Iti4Gs_FwIOc3bqIm88mWOq5RVpo9JkrdREOgHTD4waNjX1XWhhws-JRPQGifxjY/s1600/P1090207.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546492971198690946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsMAb9L50N_oj74wyO5ISvuXcfQaMxYpNVtdvlYT9lDMCOCiEihYOcvaDDVVWko4jWEXVx7i12fc7Iti4Gs_FwIOc3bqIm88mWOq5RVpo9JkrdREOgHTD4waNjX1XWhhws-JRPQGifxjY/s320/P1090207.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#660000;"><em>In Lima the FHE group, the missionary couples, continued the long tradition of holding their own Thanksgiving dinner on the Monday night before Thanksgiving. The food was so plentiful and so good, we all overate. The tables were decorated with colorful Peruvian cloths. However, we couldn't find a turkey ceramic, a picture of a turkey, or even turkey cookies anywhere.</em></span><br /><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuIP8FSilto1Kx4TIoBKcDM654CS1D0Jml5LFTKip_K4kmhPhand5VwSUjFBK4lVBE3FLBEwfIoIJadLvoiazsVjAzmDpXmzNn9JHq4Qziz9-BN3B5DtqMhjllWjNBenoyIv1GS093d-Q/s1600/P1090204.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546492968983426658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuIP8FSilto1Kx4TIoBKcDM654CS1D0Jml5LFTKip_K4kmhPhand5VwSUjFBK4lVBE3FLBEwfIoIJadLvoiazsVjAzmDpXmzNn9JHq4Qziz9-BN3B5DtqMhjllWjNBenoyIv1GS093d-Q/s320/P1090204.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#993300;"><em>The Lees, Lima Temple president and directora, just arrived a few weeks ago. They enjoyed their first Thanksgiving feast in Lima.</em></span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglEWuV4laN5uAIa9XUOhnxzdJT7u-cp9gNyYjllSCQeAuRP_tgAA4D2sPFnsKNI6YZ1sDij_-aw-ijyuSYK1KXvfOs-rnRWsuFRhZdsTCFWITQixk2_qCR3O6svuhbKUzkfTqUg5pMyf0/s1600/P1090201.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546491534184057410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglEWuV4laN5uAIa9XUOhnxzdJT7u-cp9gNyYjllSCQeAuRP_tgAA4D2sPFnsKNI6YZ1sDij_-aw-ijyuSYK1KXvfOs-rnRWsuFRhZdsTCFWITQixk2_qCR3O6svuhbKUzkfTqUg5pMyf0/s320/P1090201.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#993300;">Look at that table--two kinds of sweet potatoes, two turkeys, homemade gravy, homemade rolls, green beans, cornbread stuffing, creamy mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, and more--it was all so good we stuffed ourselves.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGM6G23zxcW3yuPV7wyiZklYYc9RFsemLIGtHEP3lPwbLQdtGZJc5H333C7IklHNQgTqz9iQ_NUeWccnfHVq5mGlVZ-zlwV2ZZaG5vFkWiUV68EwHRsa9ATlwYIapP-0k5D3rO2S81xJY/s1600/P1090215.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546491524686879746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGM6G23zxcW3yuPV7wyiZklYYc9RFsemLIGtHEP3lPwbLQdtGZJc5H333C7IklHNQgTqz9iQ_NUeWccnfHVq5mGlVZ-zlwV2ZZaG5vFkWiUV68EwHRsa9ATlwYIapP-0k5D3rO2S81xJY/s320/P1090215.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#993300;">Two of the hermanas are from Peru. Two of our desserts were decidedly Peruvian, including this heavenly flan.</span></em><br /></div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZdBoBe0-_BCaMByLfB8vapwxTbFhGqvzEu1MaSzm91ps_BYWsVO77bfRBbolmUm6gxXPkqEDNun12X4tW-JuvHErv5Us5rmm-jzSmwNlYeVvzoopASXpLt_pmnuSj4Qcdghc7wPAfjF0/s1600/P1090213.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546486236062490338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZdBoBe0-_BCaMByLfB8vapwxTbFhGqvzEu1MaSzm91ps_BYWsVO77bfRBbolmUm6gxXPkqEDNun12X4tW-JuvHErv5Us5rmm-jzSmwNlYeVvzoopASXpLt_pmnuSj4Qcdghc7wPAfjF0/s320/P1090213.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#660000;"><em>Because the dinner was held in the office comedor, we had access to professional equipment. This display of desserts like the offerings in a professional bakery but they were homemade.</em></span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizfnjP2bxJx5sZsD3jEv42sPnMcpgtcdDdYKtUiund0bfMNcVqxnzYEXD1YkqLjvrxd4i1gnoEqzDAfxRt5lshPHTc3OyHQOaWtD-rdqBTS1AAOdYWzJIBk0DmOduZo2WM3rl8e4lBXQw/s1600/P1090211.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546486234166220770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizfnjP2bxJx5sZsD3jEv42sPnMcpgtcdDdYKtUiund0bfMNcVqxnzYEXD1YkqLjvrxd4i1gnoEqzDAfxRt5lshPHTc3OyHQOaWtD-rdqBTS1AAOdYWzJIBk0DmOduZo2WM3rl8e4lBXQw/s320/P1090211.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#993300;">One of the activities was for each one to tell what he or she was thankful for. I said I was thankful for family--Dad, our children and grandchildren, extended relatives, and the missionary couples who are like family here.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYZJIqejXUJSuTfWtTyRfguvaqVVaXlGxaLUVayXSnnjYnr_1O7VT3Sz7Z-Uj9_JsGalqwCYCPqN9wK37zRDkTFTIpEh1dlrnAK0Y263x16oEpVGd_X_EsenVA1qGPZCnP7uNtTUS656U/s1600/P1090239.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546478704905895554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYZJIqejXUJSuTfWtTyRfguvaqVVaXlGxaLUVayXSnnjYnr_1O7VT3Sz7Z-Uj9_JsGalqwCYCPqN9wK37zRDkTFTIpEh1dlrnAK0Y263x16oEpVGd_X_EsenVA1qGPZCnP7uNtTUS656U/s320/P1090239.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#993300;">On Thanksgiving morning we gathered out on the soccer field for the Nash Family traditional Thanksgiving football game. Anyone who wanted to play football was invited to come play--the young Primary age children and the junior high and high school kids played the adults. The deal is they just play--every one wins.<br /><br /></span></em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWL3fNj8FMuZ98G_N3PxW-ql-kRtykpduZEwJyjtfxt4IsZLg45jNeytBD-BbcibctMvcL2tbgK7K6wMi1ja1O2JP4lsDkjHNkfPoNOqlXl9v-KSAj3qs_G-_MIW1l09igEejY99w8zcY/s1600/P1090244.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546477091264502402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWL3fNj8FMuZ98G_N3PxW-ql-kRtykpduZEwJyjtfxt4IsZLg45jNeytBD-BbcibctMvcL2tbgK7K6wMi1ja1O2JP4lsDkjHNkfPoNOqlXl9v-KSAj3qs_G-_MIW1l09igEejY99w8zcY/s320/P1090244.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#660000;"> Even touch football is fast and furious--the passes were long, and the young and not so young were running everywhere.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhlZwBCxuCMlvsUAdtIwQsMnD19C773wW6D77OxUT2YjoU_qWql4QWXt2IBeq1SyQ6QUiWhFRvkX2glB9uO634rCjqF0GJJ74_T7b7zJGYaGabgfqrjeVMhTq2GGSHT3Czqpi3JGtA4U/s1600/P1090241.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546477086440878178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhlZwBCxuCMlvsUAdtIwQsMnD19C773wW6D77OxUT2YjoU_qWql4QWXt2IBeq1SyQ6QUiWhFRvkX2glB9uO634rCjqF0GJJ74_T7b7zJGYaGabgfqrjeVMhTq2GGSHT3Czqpi3JGtA4U/s320/P1090241.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#993300;"><em> How's this for comradery--two Cougars, one Aggie, and a Ute playing together.</em></span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8bqM0INRqF2fyeXqFah1QqsL53GUwix6Yzl_9WVU0E8toHIyfGWCuqYd6T3gSP1uu-Lz_EAwE7gYSfy5jBoa9J7-UhYXWskOC8NP_cd7KytQbjO9hHZhha5X_Vd3n6rXIx7mNMq0ID5s/s1600/P1090247.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546477077775251538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8bqM0INRqF2fyeXqFah1QqsL53GUwix6Yzl_9WVU0E8toHIyfGWCuqYd6T3gSP1uu-Lz_EAwE7gYSfy5jBoa9J7-UhYXWskOC8NP_cd7KytQbjO9hHZhha5X_Vd3n6rXIx7mNMq0ID5s/s320/P1090247.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#993300;">Our friends, Betty and and Dave Armstrong and their daughter, took time out for a picture. Dave had already pulled a muscle but he was determined to go in for a second game. Fateful decision--three of the five men who played that game were injured--a thoroughly pulled muscle, a dislocated finger which had to be reduced, and a torn achilles tendon which resulted in surgery the next day. Good grief! At dinner they talked about how fun it was to play the game in spite of injuries.</span></em><br /></div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOIQ2-QbUsFmbaDCrjj3XROU15avW1pTgLnmj56d9r4A9x3wYpU4PQ4N1uNaS1-fKGWVs49WwBzkwhRUktmEFaACDlrp31tauCCiitOGEdzcchW5bu2t7zx3XoQTTZlXIAfKVYZfBPYlw/s1600/P1090253.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546475004872808706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOIQ2-QbUsFmbaDCrjj3XROU15avW1pTgLnmj56d9r4A9x3wYpU4PQ4N1uNaS1-fKGWVs49WwBzkwhRUktmEFaACDlrp31tauCCiitOGEdzcchW5bu2t7zx3XoQTTZlXIAfKVYZfBPYlw/s320/P1090253.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#993300;"> Later that afternoon the North Americans gathered at the home of the new comptroller. You are looking at the front door which is on the street. It looks like a front door to the house, but typical hacienda style has a formal gate and fence with a courtyard in front of the home and a spacious lawn in the back.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#993300;"> Again, the meal was scrumptious, the food was plentiful, and the visiting was such fun. There must have been twenty North American families there. Everyone brought a dish or two.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQVdu1TCpUBots2MRid2moYt-ZkTeEmw7FtUVnUSllCZ9AMKRBVOekpZTzpkA-q6UNMC8hYfY8wyI5Ev9AIyGenlsQ1oigCBeW4oIYRn9iHWlr4L9vf84X-LRhhW-kjnjyaUMX30rqe1Y/s1600/P1090252.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546472641720622274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQVdu1TCpUBots2MRid2moYt-ZkTeEmw7FtUVnUSllCZ9AMKRBVOekpZTzpkA-q6UNMC8hYfY8wyI5Ev9AIyGenlsQ1oigCBeW4oIYRn9iHWlr4L9vf84X-LRhhW-kjnjyaUMX30rqe1Y/s320/P1090252.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#993300;">The adults ate under this floral pergola. The teens had their own area. The children were off in another corner at their own tables. It just concentrates the mind to think we were eating Thanksgiving outdoors in warm, scented air.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhQ3MfrmFby55I08t7nc7ZXGXUM6Osgx3NPRviQPfCzIHia27TkyZx84YOWtnq4qPfkkduF8lAsqS9FeR71yzOhjl7r5Q4HRe2deNlwzOYgr0bT1D6Qym4MV0r_ep2xHriXPkpzi-a-w4/s1600/P1090250.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546472635157742642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhQ3MfrmFby55I08t7nc7ZXGXUM6Osgx3NPRviQPfCzIHia27TkyZx84YOWtnq4qPfkkduF8lAsqS9FeR71yzOhjl7r5Q4HRe2deNlwzOYgr0bT1D6Qym4MV0r_ep2xHriXPkpzi-a-w4/s320/P1090250.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#993300;">And swimming on Thanksgiving day? Hard to believe but the kids were loving it.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh40NXmbWIOuv28EHeu7XjexlnuZZmzW6qsIjK9htlqbVaWFxPd_wOI163d3Va7_fAjtSZ0AG2YPuOgEXBtEZyzMrDr_Qi3tASGd1VDtOK2LUZIbPKh7vOSp0rHmgZ3GWwbtSimYqRklII/s1600/P1090255.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546472632316554290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh40NXmbWIOuv28EHeu7XjexlnuZZmzW6qsIjK9htlqbVaWFxPd_wOI163d3Va7_fAjtSZ0AG2YPuOgEXBtEZyzMrDr_Qi3tASGd1VDtOK2LUZIbPKh7vOSp0rHmgZ3GWwbtSimYqRklII/s320/P1090255.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#660000;"> Then later that evening, the Armstrongs and we went the CCM for the traditional North American Thanksgiving dinner cooked by the Peruvian caterers who provide three meals a day for the missionaries. I heard one Elder exclaim, "This is the best day of my life," as he carried a plate heaped with turkey, potatoes, vegetables, salad and pie. The pumpkin pie was the best we have eaten in a long time. </span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5eafiXwm2W_Nhk_C9Dw0I3wj5ZXMal3S-2OQAj2ZJBBuKmA9cTz81NQitS_rt0pjXzFd9DEBNRqoCYlkP0KwHmxVG0NuZm6IAa49vyzV5gjvipiLlTqOEDUoUgWjHTq4zm0kJxaEt42I/s1600/P1090258.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546470514478472450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5eafiXwm2W_Nhk_C9Dw0I3wj5ZXMal3S-2OQAj2ZJBBuKmA9cTz81NQitS_rt0pjXzFd9DEBNRqoCYlkP0KwHmxVG0NuZm6IAa49vyzV5gjvipiLlTqOEDUoUgWjHTq4zm0kJxaEt42I/s320/P1090258.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#660000;"> The branch leaders sat together with President and Hna. Whetten who are sitting at the end of the table. Dad and I ate conservatively--we were still full from the afternoon meal. We eat together every Sunday after the three-hour block. We really enjoy the people we serve with at the CCM.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx4qdoVfZmDfkUYc5Cbit7xpS65uA0EL7-VSdaqfj-bCaUpK47uSZgqnBffUNk7ABxb4kr0-b1WrFyXvNQtslt95R38VYVnHrh5p9BGj4V7kCrZTNq4T7MQdtGmHz7inozoRrJ5m-xgv0/s1600/P1090257.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546470509611331986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx4qdoVfZmDfkUYc5Cbit7xpS65uA0EL7-VSdaqfj-bCaUpK47uSZgqnBffUNk7ABxb4kr0-b1WrFyXvNQtslt95R38VYVnHrh5p9BGj4V7kCrZTNq4T7MQdtGmHz7inozoRrJ5m-xgv0/s320/P1090257.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#660000;"> <em>Super happy North Americans enjoying their Thanksgiving meal, they were happy to pose for a picture. The Elder on the left was in a cast for a sprained ankle so he is not wearing his suit. The doctors here cast sprains which drives Dad crazy. His cast was off by the weekend--he wasn't that injured.</em> </span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbxJtFz8vAcF2Ik_RjeaQ4OnDhr2KXEqye3ift3OdU3t2NleI7szpje2KK28IBv1VKxU6pEj1EGBQ73rQ-MY2XrAZCvx-UZeVz5mi0QB6nVjq9KkJCinf1r9JpMo4GIPj0jZcwRImXq98/s1600/P1090261.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546470501727277538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbxJtFz8vAcF2Ik_RjeaQ4OnDhr2KXEqye3ift3OdU3t2NleI7szpje2KK28IBv1VKxU6pEj1EGBQ73rQ-MY2XrAZCvx-UZeVz5mi0QB6nVjq9KkJCinf1r9JpMo4GIPj0jZcwRImXq98/s320/P1090261.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><em><span style="color:#660000;">This final picture is of one of the caterers. I love this picture because she is smiling so broadly. When we first arrived, she never smiled and hardly acknowledged us. Now she greets us and we exchange conversation. We have enjoyed getting to know her.</span></em>Suzanne Slingerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345615438286075228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851910607816486991.post-71722489431925039492010-11-20T04:38:00.000-08:002010-11-20T15:03:30.609-08:00Jenny and Michelle take Lima<em><span style="color:#000099;">Jenny and her cousin Michele Leahy enjoyed a week together in Lima. In the three days we had together in the city, we tried to experience most of what Lima is known for: historic sites, good food, and colorful buildings. Our friend and driver, Graciela, made it possible for the girls to see most of Lima from the car and on foot. They also spent four days in Cusco, the Sacred Valley, and Machu Picchu.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmNTrKcCLLmYOvy0XuCp_67r3XLoDpCbpnreezHpRvxl0Uzr8IhxisFoFltXtIenQj3hyphenhyphenSt49KKm5BNHF1WUJoNdB5onSwHRvzAHVAacpowG_vSL7J9wmxqoSc0wRH_AWQ3uBKqF4kx8M/s1600/P1090061.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541742896158678034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmNTrKcCLLmYOvy0XuCp_67r3XLoDpCbpnreezHpRvxl0Uzr8IhxisFoFltXtIenQj3hyphenhyphenSt49KKm5BNHF1WUJoNdB5onSwHRvzAHVAacpowG_vSL7J9wmxqoSc0wRH_AWQ3uBKqF4kx8M/s320/P1090061.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">The Dominican cathedral, Santo Domingo, is the site of the first university in the Americas, established in the late 1500s.<br /></span></em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJfF-QieiG_Ci2mQiJ5DvKCslAk8rx3wONzZDzeN34LP2fVpTj8hFY4WRMud69ECuNiTA0ACXKV2GjCS07wLgOSMuIYuX3miR9MiXYl_2nyM_3Ha3UdpCVKjaBIEVsJCHwuFTs7tBdq2E/s1600/P1090062.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541742881377000722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJfF-QieiG_Ci2mQiJ5DvKCslAk8rx3wONzZDzeN34LP2fVpTj8hFY4WRMud69ECuNiTA0ACXKV2GjCS07wLgOSMuIYuX3miR9MiXYl_2nyM_3Ha3UdpCVKjaBIEVsJCHwuFTs7tBdq2E/s320/P1090062.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">We walked the city streets and shopped the artesania markets. The papal balconies, dating to the late 1500s, were called "aerial streets" because they decorated the length and width of otherwise plain adobe buildings, and were open for walking the length and breadth.<br /><br /></span></em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnpkrIILg-xdVMSwvE8fSaXPXjPFkq3K5jQ0OSDsMP70FIniyZZIkf5yzLoQ_WlUP60K-4KAZ4uVKW4lpoXCBWW9jH2za7_yf5SsjeBvlP_nYf0YkC1fvbP-fxYNqqSoXrMhrjCMSGPMs/s1600/P1090031.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541739996884464162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnpkrIILg-xdVMSwvE8fSaXPXjPFkq3K5jQ0OSDsMP70FIniyZZIkf5yzLoQ_WlUP60K-4KAZ4uVKW4lpoXCBWW9jH2za7_yf5SsjeBvlP_nYf0YkC1fvbP-fxYNqqSoXrMhrjCMSGPMs/s320/P1090031.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> This picture is a bit out of place. The cloistered garden at Santo Dominico Cathedral was beautiful and peaceful. The 16th Century French tiles decorate the cathedral walls and stone fences.<br /><br /></span></em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3apTzg5vrOyL5ilA8CPsYIhOFMAsj6rv4ybEodmY0oMN_-08bk5xPZmVdPgb99y6JOi3JWCn0FUMbq0txY2bE7xYFl3RH0kAO37Rk47dniol1yEQ28joDm7B2fTuwsFq990ey77ZX3Us/s1600/P1090021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541739989327836850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3apTzg5vrOyL5ilA8CPsYIhOFMAsj6rv4ybEodmY0oMN_-08bk5xPZmVdPgb99y6JOi3JWCn0FUMbq0txY2bE7xYFl3RH0kAO37Rk47dniol1yEQ28joDm7B2fTuwsFq990ey77ZX3Us/s320/P1090021.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">While Jenny and Michele were getting more soles from the ATM machine, they missed this courier of sorts. His load was so heavy, he bent nearly in half to pull it.<br /></span></em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4t3TmSg_PDawwym2orHVi2CccgaTF8HTEu619VBpzmnCRJMzeH7BTQXZ1fYLh9KKLUfWLrjOXbHyEc-BkweIdmbthUtQDAWt2rPp9Di71-gZqijS9tFtb12KFqb1uG-PcWLc584XsJaw/s1600/P1090018.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541739986319188274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4t3TmSg_PDawwym2orHVi2CccgaTF8HTEu619VBpzmnCRJMzeH7BTQXZ1fYLh9KKLUfWLrjOXbHyEc-BkweIdmbthUtQDAWt2rPp9Di71-gZqijS9tFtb12KFqb1uG-PcWLc584XsJaw/s320/P1090018.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">The pre-Colombian gold museum is located in an old bank building. We were fascinated by the turned wood spindles of the private rooms used to write checks or do whatever one had to do before approaching the tellers. Now each room displays old coins. </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1tMnKFj0gmaaDCPfpqa24wNym6eMnMkk90-eycINhOZZltnKwpBgYhuZnguId1bQcjd1K8uiK-k4cGkSySzbILt8y4R4YNiDERyeBto3AShJSznnholwPmId7Ueq3yJPCddSSsIckCxs/s1600/P1090013.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541737538371401906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1tMnKFj0gmaaDCPfpqa24wNym6eMnMkk90-eycINhOZZltnKwpBgYhuZnguId1bQcjd1K8uiK-k4cGkSySzbILt8y4R4YNiDERyeBto3AShJSznnholwPmId7Ueq3yJPCddSSsIckCxs/s320/P1090013.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">The ceiling is a study in architecture. The wood sections were pressed into place after they were carved. </span></em><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUNnOWl62os-AVoBP9zH99Ra-_hWC1pgnBUtCkd0pStpmSSsOqPWnFIpQpLE1dNzBQ0vF4s6jBy59llhU-BaBVShuhFEKbwxsaoi1KN6NfvEvXZsx9r_WW2RW5xNf54xPeFVSw7VNP2WQ/s1600/P1090005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541737471400316786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUNnOWl62os-AVoBP9zH99Ra-_hWC1pgnBUtCkd0pStpmSSsOqPWnFIpQpLE1dNzBQ0vF4s6jBy59llhU-BaBVShuhFEKbwxsaoi1KN6NfvEvXZsx9r_WW2RW5xNf54xPeFVSw7VNP2WQ/s320/P1090005.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Hand painted wood sculptures reflect the Nasca Lines and other Inca symbols. Somehow I deleted the picture of a gold sun sculpture. I will have to include that in another blog.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU_OEdWZ-ITAl8VGUF5N5NE8TzWUuatUeB1iQFQa2GyF1D1nzqiZfC5-VngXDyWNlxD8P5tMSpNCexXFxSeeP3VEGmeYgO5LzEM7auQfEi5z-jdwVgkkf1bto41mGrkD8elZeJl5NJj3c/s1600/P1090001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541734654472965138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU_OEdWZ-ITAl8VGUF5N5NE8TzWUuatUeB1iQFQa2GyF1D1nzqiZfC5-VngXDyWNlxD8P5tMSpNCexXFxSeeP3VEGmeYgO5LzEM7auQfEi5z-jdwVgkkf1bto41mGrkD8elZeJl5NJj3c/s320/P1090001.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#000099;"><em> This collar was woven from the wool of the alpaca which was dyed with natural plant dyes. The date reads 1924 which is surprising since the museum is pre-Colombian.</em></span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF9aEqo51AhEk4cMWP1mBUQaCOG8t3Tk1frzU66kDXiSFik4uHUwSU25AYXZwm8ixVUeb-rGBqtQL3Gu9NOBxuQPeEpkBHpmVHwUKWFIQ7zZzYOnsggLsvZiZnCGdniIKyQBpisjlMw_8/s1600/P1080984.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541734627256381650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF9aEqo51AhEk4cMWP1mBUQaCOG8t3Tk1frzU66kDXiSFik4uHUwSU25AYXZwm8ixVUeb-rGBqtQL3Gu9NOBxuQPeEpkBHpmVHwUKWFIQ7zZzYOnsggLsvZiZnCGdniIKyQBpisjlMw_8/s320/P1080984.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> Driving around this ovallo wasn't as easy as it looks. We broke free from the heavy traffic in time for me to get a picture of the French Square. </span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEkSGmSID4LMHnA595-u0jU1sLpXypAZFsaVHg0YTUw-YXve-QD-3j13RxdZIN-mIRQyEAX34L0bQq3sAHfH97Ofo53iMZBxdM1NeePbzinwC_dIqF4sG72AZXflc-xMUNau6rSxgIB4E/s1600/P1080995.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541734588125605282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEkSGmSID4LMHnA595-u0jU1sLpXypAZFsaVHg0YTUw-YXve-QD-3j13RxdZIN-mIRQyEAX34L0bQq3sAHfH97Ofo53iMZBxdM1NeePbzinwC_dIqF4sG72AZXflc-xMUNau6rSxgIB4E/s320/P1080995.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">No picture can do justice to the all-white San Martin's Square. San Martin was a liberator who helped the Peruvians gain their independence from Spain. Unlike Chileans, the Peruvians do not celebrate their conquerers with streets, parks, or squares named in their honor.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP2yzFZck42B9xY3PfSUQDdzcYdAEZiD5mXBixsUaWMxEikkL0EQU3B7L4y_0tAcVpQf2FTTDCRewSS-OHXut040ycfmeea0b2kaJ5zqeryd_wDF-PMzT-nTdPU76KIR_zPaEmekl7oTQ/s1600/P1080980.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541732598537033858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP2yzFZck42B9xY3PfSUQDdzcYdAEZiD5mXBixsUaWMxEikkL0EQU3B7L4y_0tAcVpQf2FTTDCRewSS-OHXut040ycfmeea0b2kaJ5zqeryd_wDF-PMzT-nTdPU76KIR_zPaEmekl7oTQ/s320/P1080980.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">No one could adequately describe the Lima traffic or the drivers. Where there are four marked lanes, there are usually five lanes of cars, buses, trucks, couriers, motorcyclists who weave their way through the labrynth of vehicles. I am sure Jenny and Michele can tell some "white knuckle" traffic stories.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl3Y3fzV89YB30cX0BKmLDL3fbDbjg6PU8m27_gSgrgNzN3zAUNYknIjE1YCSZ3guEXeCf2ccwWw7hjkY36xSs6Ada1KbsJU9Gxz2Nb9pgmOxArn1M2nxYueWb8PBrw1VHjdZAxx5BMfQ/s1600/P1080960.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541732580530917362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl3Y3fzV89YB30cX0BKmLDL3fbDbjg6PU8m27_gSgrgNzN3zAUNYknIjE1YCSZ3guEXeCf2ccwWw7hjkY36xSs6Ada1KbsJU9Gxz2Nb9pgmOxArn1M2nxYueWb8PBrw1VHjdZAxx5BMfQ/s320/P1080960.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">The night Jenny and Michele returned from Cusco, we treated them to a dinner show in Mireflores. Dance traditions from all the major cities in Peru were represented. The food was an excellent sampling of Peruvian fare. </span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqUrUrPz54kl0EmQP9mXx_UtxP61mXOTvr0pEda1FdKVO8yLYt0IBWpTYURVfNlJDFX8_kg1Fk-kUkLhb9fvhjWoGZ780905hcPxQh0EmJ8nL0KV1OgMonQuVC0EK3nFC4jUPgQmxAlGk/s1600/P1080957.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541729113186667490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqUrUrPz54kl0EmQP9mXx_UtxP61mXOTvr0pEda1FdKVO8yLYt0IBWpTYURVfNlJDFX8_kg1Fk-kUkLhb9fvhjWoGZ780905hcPxQh0EmJ8nL0KV1OgMonQuVC0EK3nFC4jUPgQmxAlGk/s320/P1080957.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> Pictures cannot adequately capture the high energy, color, and charm of the dancers. I hope we can buy a DVD of the dances. This particular dance was more like an elegant ballroom dance. One of our favorites is the dance where the men try to set fire to handkerchiefs hanging from the girls' short skirts. Their gyrations make it almost impossible. When the tables are turned and the men are wearing the handkerchiefs, the girls seem to fare better. What's even funnier is watching the audience members try to do it. The dance is similar to a Carribean salsa or African dance.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqQZzfYG98rnnXhaiv2eff8F2AE7s91rmrzMB6Q5kTzw9-z3NR3hHZLOKHHD0bVzG0YM81uR2HMovDM-x3FUDXa0QpOzPtknT9gPr95NDngRPTHDh286Fs8f1qCL_abI27uJ4PyR-Ynks/s1600/P1080971.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541729104744088242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqQZzfYG98rnnXhaiv2eff8F2AE7s91rmrzMB6Q5kTzw9-z3NR3hHZLOKHHD0bVzG0YM81uR2HMovDM-x3FUDXa0QpOzPtknT9gPr95NDngRPTHDh286Fs8f1qCL_abI27uJ4PyR-Ynks/s320/P1080971.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#000099;"><em> </em></span><em><span style="color:#000099;">The girl in the short costume is one of the "fire" dancers. This dance was the curtain call. The camera just didn't pick up the high energy dances well.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUQzd0FAef8W2tG0zbdd1L_yARrN97yUNO3aaUzjmD9oV6Oj2-WdZfzpihb2SFQpswzajrt_86qTQ6O_cTmG4gx_879ix1rY_Qc7GujKbODwekO8j5Ki-OQEf6aToIKV0SAvu9K7b0OWA/s1600/P1090120.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541729095227269618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUQzd0FAef8W2tG0zbdd1L_yARrN97yUNO3aaUzjmD9oV6Oj2-WdZfzpihb2SFQpswzajrt_86qTQ6O_cTmG4gx_879ix1rY_Qc7GujKbODwekO8j5Ki-OQEf6aToIKV0SAvu9K7b0OWA/s320/P1090120.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Jenny went from the South of Peru (the Cusco area) to the the very northernmost point called La Punta, a seaside town connected to Callao, a city of its own. It is not a district of Lima. The airport is located in Callao.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXtYBBhhCz0ycw4y9rrfs-T-fJs1W_6GppAZ7mfMg2M9tu6VrWHZpWdiXJOZBT34i3zpbKUrbJnCw0lCzzR5qMLL3iL84GbcZBRZkDbxVPqVCU94C1D8xckDdeE366MFOpOQivLwH24fA/s1600/P1090148.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541726247579527858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXtYBBhhCz0ycw4y9rrfs-T-fJs1W_6GppAZ7mfMg2M9tu6VrWHZpWdiXJOZBT34i3zpbKUrbJnCw0lCzzR5qMLL3iL84GbcZBRZkDbxVPqVCU94C1D8xckDdeE366MFOpOQivLwH24fA/s320/P1090148.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> These colorful, one-story homes are more typical of the Peruvian homes. These coastal homes seem to be well cared for. What isn't obvious is that these homes have natural light only from front windows. The light must still be inadequate because we have never seen uncovered windows. Most homeowners keep their blinds and curtains pulled.</span></em><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCSguQQO2vwiXIXqZTog8xiiy_zXGMLVkb9C3uYbpUl66HIHgwvyCJaKV4Wx80AZiaSvug9vOBOpja32oxTNZquSuCJIWDK9j6OxMrxhkDEDPXQN5jTrwuwNENChzvz2J_xWu2Ts7CA1M/s1600/P1090147.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541726221069800674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCSguQQO2vwiXIXqZTog8xiiy_zXGMLVkb9C3uYbpUl66HIHgwvyCJaKV4Wx80AZiaSvug9vOBOpja32oxTNZquSuCJIWDK9j6OxMrxhkDEDPXQN5jTrwuwNENChzvz2J_xWu2Ts7CA1M/s320/P1090147.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Not far from those homes are homes like this one. Around the corner to the right, about a block, is the ocean. Although not as elegant as the streets in Barranco, this street boasts several mansions, beautifully maintained and painted vivid colors.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFo6Es5VxztxmNsNM6tvN_P2i0iS98M9ibHAkcykFe6HwdoIoYKBfKDLLZ8Xgwajk85DdzD1LFXOWzL0tDMHGTtoJxSBfGv3wtXXeFOlr1TP_1WMIX34rEBhkFC00uasZohR7UwN53P8k/s1600/P1090143.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541625867143051042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFo6Es5VxztxmNsNM6tvN_P2i0iS98M9ibHAkcykFe6HwdoIoYKBfKDLLZ8Xgwajk85DdzD1LFXOWzL0tDMHGTtoJxSBfGv3wtXXeFOlr1TP_1WMIX34rEBhkFC00uasZohR7UwN53P8k/s320/P1090143.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000099;">We were driving toward the very point (La Punta) of the peninsula. The beaches are rocky but Graciela told us the city is working on making the beaches more people friendly. Even still, we saw families picnicking on the rocks or just sitting watching the waves. </span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb6Qu_Wsmkr9U6hBJLHlreOmbtPqUjbYgBTlb95bwqL23rWOEkMT_Eb6RhkOVzWdLfQ0vu-7t148K2CqOjV_EZHZQjkcIIhPaZQcqsacIwQkihMdQYxrC9F4-n4n0yLCVkaAt1kHN9iu8/s1600/P1090124.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541625860323860594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb6Qu_Wsmkr9U6hBJLHlreOmbtPqUjbYgBTlb95bwqL23rWOEkMT_Eb6RhkOVzWdLfQ0vu-7t148K2CqOjV_EZHZQjkcIIhPaZQcqsacIwQkihMdQYxrC9F4-n4n0yLCVkaAt1kHN9iu8/s320/P1090124.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#000099;"><em> Dry docks are in the background. Fishing and pleasure boats dot the bay. La Punta is quite picturesque even though it is industrial.</em><br /><br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5jAKNRuAqyhFqZLQrwExec5ysPRCRT_h62Pvs2TicxTO6402IplJKP72FC4zXEC0KUmdttemRPnZrjHyK6dSthyu3eNk0UftmfmkGQAH2TbMyU_wDz2SpYWUe1X5cviFOaOir-Uh4PaA/s1600/P1090157.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541625850915418690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5jAKNRuAqyhFqZLQrwExec5ysPRCRT_h62Pvs2TicxTO6402IplJKP72FC4zXEC0KUmdttemRPnZrjHyK6dSthyu3eNk0UftmfmkGQAH2TbMyU_wDz2SpYWUe1X5cviFOaOir-Uh4PaA/s320/P1090157.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;">This home was a block from where we ate lunch. I would have loved to tour this home. There must be a story.</span></em><br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5prmmdlKyq_P0fo__ZxLruYFCdUTQGknXHW01FQL5EnBT2y40w_KO3NrGvfIwjg_PempjOMteUIu42ZFXbG2AaNhKCGZAFE2tmA5X3a-KUH15rQSVFt_N5jHqpoaFv3w-WI7_uuWZNXU/s1600/P1090165.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541620154961530178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5prmmdlKyq_P0fo__ZxLruYFCdUTQGknXHW01FQL5EnBT2y40w_KO3NrGvfIwjg_PempjOMteUIu42ZFXbG2AaNhKCGZAFE2tmA5X3a-KUH15rQSVFt_N5jHqpoaFv3w-WI7_uuWZNXU/s320/P1090165.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">I ordered a seafood tortilla. Graciela had forgotten that a tortilla in La Punta means omelet. So my seafood tortilla was an omelet filled with every manner of seafood and served over rice. It was tasty but heavy!</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGVdsiYHcqAM_8Q3PcmQ-LFviYKUpHN3iKUuXL_zvG8IjrKeh0U5AEgdPPjGYQJf4QNnsYqFM-L-hMX6DliApwiAPNnCcBoyvNrRSwB2seIy7Wr_TslgG5TM1az3i3dDjKs-tKHNHvDqs/s1600/P1090164.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541620138668831282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGVdsiYHcqAM_8Q3PcmQ-LFviYKUpHN3iKUuXL_zvG8IjrKeh0U5AEgdPPjGYQJf4QNnsYqFM-L-hMX6DliApwiAPNnCcBoyvNrRSwB2seIy7Wr_TslgG5TM1az3i3dDjKs-tKHNHvDqs/s320/P1090164.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">This is what I should have ordered--a seafood taco taco, a rice filled tamale like concoction. The sauce was flavorful and the seafood was tender and sweet.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4_wO0L0NVqGYiFbHEfJNRZgh1Xc6WcPGR1thBL9exYMQoKKzQalxRC9RZpFd8BGV-T1L9S0TbSyzMAapDPjvhkiyJ5bCsNm2Fcu8jErFDWU_6Az-gZ2fAJ7emm-O-R_d9SgY5XIGHtwY/s1600/P1090162.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541620124302257154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4_wO0L0NVqGYiFbHEfJNRZgh1Xc6WcPGR1thBL9exYMQoKKzQalxRC9RZpFd8BGV-T1L9S0TbSyzMAapDPjvhkiyJ5bCsNm2Fcu8jErFDWU_6Az-gZ2fAJ7emm-O-R_d9SgY5XIGHtwY/s320/P1090162.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Jenny's lunch had the same ingredients as Graciela's but but was prepared more like a casserole. This much rice would feed a family. Needless to say, we took half of our lunches home and ate them for dinner.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN4_L6sjbX6NiuQ7bRceUHat2eQLoU9GBVrggid-Z81YUHU8Vbc7nke_zo89xwCRQ1dhMI251d7HyW1ve_LBdnGezE4BYdWWXlEQIjg0PR1g7ueLa2ICEXfysHibCbsgUI4KGGdW_ju_4/s1600/P1090121.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541618031807766050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN4_L6sjbX6NiuQ7bRceUHat2eQLoU9GBVrggid-Z81YUHU8Vbc7nke_zo89xwCRQ1dhMI251d7HyW1ve_LBdnGezE4BYdWWXlEQIjg0PR1g7ueLa2ICEXfysHibCbsgUI4KGGdW_ju_4/s320/P1090121.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">By the time we toured the La Punta and the Peru military post Real Felipe, Michele had returned to Connecticut. This picture of the parade ground and bay was taken from the fort.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNtk7XXh__ULMPxkV9QAdem9SQTCrs-fqkeP8sOqrAJKGW37qbXCoIxUXCNdJogRUqnvcRITeFwmRT5NLT2XvcYfIPPJ0PmRNByiSqSiUwTsH8YiA5gHkUoGWOYA0bWdLQaovljqZtXc/s1600/P1090140.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541618024114752082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNtk7XXh__ULMPxkV9QAdem9SQTCrs-fqkeP8sOqrAJKGW37qbXCoIxUXCNdJogRUqnvcRITeFwmRT5NLT2XvcYfIPPJ0PmRNByiSqSiUwTsH8YiA5gHkUoGWOYA0bWdLQaovljqZtXc/s320/P1090140.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">The street just outside the gates of Real Felipe was too dangerous for us to walk, but its antiquity was picture worthy. The street dates to the Colonial period (late 1500s) when the fort was first built by the Spanish to protect themselves from maurading pirates and others bent on conquering Spanish holdings in Peru.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbJKoXSOepRztWNsoqevnIGOfeM8V-WzC3c6vpUS4TmeG1tufLKKsnDwMzZp58GFuLUColpIB_vlF2Y_65DzfRsAx1iXmahl81YT7l28teCY2keKd49S5YjDJjvIYNxYJuCM1ZI6yCQUo/s1600/P1090086.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541615370856643138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbJKoXSOepRztWNsoqevnIGOfeM8V-WzC3c6vpUS4TmeG1tufLKKsnDwMzZp58GFuLUColpIB_vlF2Y_65DzfRsAx1iXmahl81YT7l28teCY2keKd49S5YjDJjvIYNxYJuCM1ZI6yCQUo/s320/P1090086.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> Dad and I visited Real Felipe in January with several other missionary couples. It was high summer and fairly hot. This day was cool, slightly overcast, a perfect day to tour the fort. While we were there, the sun broke through. We were met by uniformed boys, conscripted soldiers, whose job it is to guard the entrance to the fort. Our tour guide was a soldier, probably not yet 20 years old. Graciela translated for Jenny and me.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHZO182hnFHX-lLXTsT7ZW_qwCNBX3KC8X1b6WebiAwc_e4EqIYOxSJ035YK2wDcTIxGuenwX1udyyUp_LtaZYLWwTysS9WGPnTfVUMKsz1DnPPIss9VexWbDx0Ck61guBOKzKkisrqFg/s1600/P1090088.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541612538771897666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHZO182hnFHX-lLXTsT7ZW_qwCNBX3KC8X1b6WebiAwc_e4EqIYOxSJ035YK2wDcTIxGuenwX1udyyUp_LtaZYLWwTysS9WGPnTfVUMKsz1DnPPIss9VexWbDx0Ck61guBOKzKkisrqFg/s320/P1090088.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">When the Peruvians won their independence from Spain in 1823, this Spanish fort because a Peruvian military post. While it is a museum, it is also a functioning military post. Security is tight. We could not wander any of the grounds without the guide. </span></em>Suzanne Slingerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345615438286075228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851910607816486991.post-41466421531730889792010-11-01T15:30:00.000-07:002010-11-03T03:10:28.104-07:00A Barranco Birthday<strong><span style="color:#000099;"><em>The "Heroic City" of Barranco, Lima, Peru--by crow 30 minutes from La Molina, was a perfectly romantic place to celebrate my birthday.</em></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9cH7zYJt68GXgZG_hLeNpbw6RZFoiJl34Uln3-mih0MkSa9BtoEfn3iIv9pjNTMcjzVOMg7Rc6YP7AeHoVAoAzHRiiS9nmDkXUWWYVVl0ydeyROZ5GOlxXVb0CIjvQzc0B1cE32GmcCk/s1600/P1080767.JPG"><strong><span style="color:#000099;"><em><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535094352185230754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9cH7zYJt68GXgZG_hLeNpbw6RZFoiJl34Uln3-mih0MkSa9BtoEfn3iIv9pjNTMcjzVOMg7Rc6YP7AeHoVAoAzHRiiS9nmDkXUWWYVVl0ydeyROZ5GOlxXVb0CIjvQzc0B1cE32GmcCk/s320/P1080767.JPG" /></em></span></strong></a><em><span style="color:#000099;">Barranco's location on the cliffs made it an ideal location for a bathing resort that drew Lima's citizens much like Salt Lake City's Saltair on the shore of the Great Salt Lake.</span></em><br /><br /><div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#000099;">Several months ago Dad and I read about this seaside district of Barranco which is south of Mireflores, one of our favorite seaside haunts. Unlike Mireflores, the sea is not encumbered with high rise hotels and seaside restaurants. A little out of the way, it was and still is home to artists and poets, <strong>Lima's Bohemia</strong>, the guide book says. It has a pre-Hispanic history as well, but the district was officially incorporated 1874. Some of the older homes, mostly mansions and a couple of castles, date from the late 1700s, but the district is Colonial in feel, very Spanish and European. Those who lived in Barranco during the Colonial period were the conquistadores and the religious orders. The guidebook says Barranco was also a sizeable fishing village. Only last year was the modern marina completed. We saw some yachts among fishing and small pleasure boats.</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#000099;">Barranco also has distinguished military history having participated in the defense of Lima during the War of the Pacific--hence, it has the title of <strong>Heroic City</strong>. </span></em><br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu_Gt5wf_k8EhZTD8Z0kRsUTeB1r1v1zImxF9hx11zV9hlzqEsFy9nNXFll6YsA46sDSLHDkRDLk89ytYMVI176w5qzpv36qIuxY7h2aU7Hj8WfItA2tG7L5HY8-ktApZ7W1Z6XAjK-U/s1600/P1080802.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535079227582556002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu_Gt5wf_k8EhZTD8Z0kRsUTeB1r1v1zImxF9hx11zV9hlzqEsFy9nNXFll6YsA46sDSLHDkRDLk89ytYMVI176w5qzpv36qIuxY7h2aU7Hj8WfItA2tG7L5HY8-ktApZ7W1Z6XAjK-U/s320/P1080802.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">The library dates to the late 1800s. In trying to capture the colorful building, I also caught a table of meats and cheeses lying uncovered under the mid-day sun. </span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMWuGCoiz9cEgf5PXfEPw685D589DsNGHQkPZ8ykbxzk6EvRuZzc5etTixRzBMwkAPFNDjbTTmrd9FBmVPfZA7VfgsWOZUMyZjN_OHj6Z35F38-ou9-jv3d6OcS0GDgOrwNdZCDEv3t6E/s1600/P1080783.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535079215255821170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMWuGCoiz9cEgf5PXfEPw685D589DsNGHQkPZ8ykbxzk6EvRuZzc5etTixRzBMwkAPFNDjbTTmrd9FBmVPfZA7VfgsWOZUMyZjN_OHj6Z35F38-ou9-jv3d6OcS0GDgOrwNdZCDEv3t6E/s320/P1080783.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">One of the famous poets of Barranco wrote a poem about the Bridge of Sighs, a lover's bridge. Dad and I are standing on the bridge with the stairs to the upper city and an open market. The bridge was quite crowded but now we wish we had taken a picture of the whole bridge. </span></em><br /></div><div><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOD3x-R3NWf6kb0oyxLJawc5dssZIZay5jkFP1-8wkTlsaxue0c43x8LS6p3jHHaAMpFIo9b-w69T9r-cmlwHbfECV1Ebx1L6kanuREhadBlo9-1I8mhUbOCNAfsPNu96hFodl2HQCRR8/s1600/P1080803.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535079207606143810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOD3x-R3NWf6kb0oyxLJawc5dssZIZay5jkFP1-8wkTlsaxue0c43x8LS6p3jHHaAMpFIo9b-w69T9r-cmlwHbfECV1Ebx1L6kanuREhadBlo9-1I8mhUbOCNAfsPNu96hFodl2HQCRR8/s320/P1080803.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> Two women from the highlands were getting ready to weave a belt when I took this picture. They made the bags, belts, small purses which they were selling. </span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinTBebfL9a3vNijRrB0WLZ0yQ9e0ExonnHzbQ3nryocLUDjVhm56NdhcZJnlozU61-LWDgCSZocajHpFKRSA-BhDBBP9zVaKcWhtr9ojeHlirOMBGiLTSDQUcpwqiSyZ-30Vhqxaam2yw/s1600/P1080817.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535074770103987186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinTBebfL9a3vNijRrB0WLZ0yQ9e0ExonnHzbQ3nryocLUDjVhm56NdhcZJnlozU61-LWDgCSZocajHpFKRSA-BhDBBP9zVaKcWhtr9ojeHlirOMBGiLTSDQUcpwqiSyZ-30Vhqxaam2yw/s320/P1080817.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> This English Tudor mansion has a unique fence of chopped wood.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTG3OBzARo0ImqsFoPq89uJd5nelenUU0yU3f_oDmo3ln6Mka94s-GPTK2c-K8l2khg9lj87TQfCUtXIwEp32fNlUBadoqG95ARm46mCGso7KByAHZUPa3Y1libGMdfgn3ssEmx3aKncM/s1600/P1080775.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535074762564996034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTG3OBzARo0ImqsFoPq89uJd5nelenUU0yU3f_oDmo3ln6Mka94s-GPTK2c-K8l2khg9lj87TQfCUtXIwEp32fNlUBadoqG95ARm46mCGso7KByAHZUPa3Y1libGMdfgn3ssEmx3aKncM/s320/P1080775.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Every view was scenic--this restaurant is connected to an early cable car. In the background is the colorful cathedral tower</span></em>.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8sJvhbaIBJMcmGrvHjF6BOOZaZ2P8erSsQT-7_fr0z4KfDdWGrmiss4QAQc76hPjYNuBffMKqItW_AE4xJyFbCGll_4uImEUpT8qMnmoEbPcA0I3aWzmmFc4MGnHdb-UTce9fyy68-Us/s1600/P1080770.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535074755313183954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8sJvhbaIBJMcmGrvHjF6BOOZaZ2P8erSsQT-7_fr0z4KfDdWGrmiss4QAQc76hPjYNuBffMKqItW_AE4xJyFbCGll_4uImEUpT8qMnmoEbPcA0I3aWzmmFc4MGnHdb-UTce9fyy68-Us/s320/P1080770.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Dad and I wondered if the bird on the far side of the brick sidewalk had an affair with a chicken.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1pU1mICKRr_jKAvEzq72ddLgmkhEUSyxlpRsdMmHAn6j0HCaLruWs3Nncin3UIe5jbCuF2cj3Rw9JCjOJ89aysG39r3CrrgQ4kAaa-KeAslOfeSWnJ8ZpHLOueNd10Mg6dUKHckHak5s/s1600/P1080814.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535071593554294498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1pU1mICKRr_jKAvEzq72ddLgmkhEUSyxlpRsdMmHAn6j0HCaLruWs3Nncin3UIe5jbCuF2cj3Rw9JCjOJ89aysG39r3CrrgQ4kAaa-KeAslOfeSWnJ8ZpHLOueNd10Mg6dUKHckHak5s/s320/P1080814.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">This picture doesn't show the downward slope of the path from the higher city to the lower city where the baths were and where some of the older homes and restaurants are. Along the path are two backpackers' hostelries and a poet's home and museum.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPt42kGzUvHbLW_PIMV96GtOpLMcT-W5kN-w-ygveOMLUI5M0NcqL6TIw4E7w8CJJSqzjqMOIauuBhod3XDKlFgqjEu6z087rxr-gfZhJFiAFIjnbhrKl02pGGV0xJeqH3hlqO3CzmW-4/s1600/P1080787.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535071582139776290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPt42kGzUvHbLW_PIMV96GtOpLMcT-W5kN-w-ygveOMLUI5M0NcqL6TIw4E7w8CJJSqzjqMOIauuBhod3XDKlFgqjEu6z087rxr-gfZhJFiAFIjnbhrKl02pGGV0xJeqH3hlqO3CzmW-4/s320/P1080787.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> Barranco has quite a history of earthquakes. Evidence of that is the cathedral in the background. Because it is an historic site, the destroyed cathedral still stands, but you can see the hole in the roof and the burned tower. Close up one can see the studs and bricks which once were covered with adobe. Only the facade remains, painted the popular lucuma color, and the plaza has a large feria or market. Also look at the wall which faces the street--the nearer stone wall is painted a warm blue green, but the back section is still the natural river rock.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMHp83VrhHtEPd2rWtrT4y5DGsAMX8LmD97YKfJ-C94UL7L1jysc5jjdparVHPKGc_5GlcYWjqHniirwkGpDy2IcZzMW85FY9cu0caEmu0MyqvQhBP7OD8gLGhvYHqFysrz4ZS-HgDLzk/s1600/P1080768.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535071579037242962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMHp83VrhHtEPd2rWtrT4y5DGsAMX8LmD97YKfJ-C94UL7L1jysc5jjdparVHPKGc_5GlcYWjqHniirwkGpDy2IcZzMW85FY9cu0caEmu0MyqvQhBP7OD8gLGhvYHqFysrz4ZS-HgDLzk/s320/P1080768.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">We were told this is one of the castles. It looks like a private home.</span></em><br /></div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiC9tt4NCX1R8zRT2yHqRL_QXiM1Bb8xBgo_JuRlR7t8y8STAjLjEOltDF-7Ns7HDQqZ9fpGjvDnHeSqi68bBESscudMZt9OJmGOq3MNcfosqZGOvjaUH5pOCufsZfuQ3v-xuL1Ii7w5E/s1600/P1080749.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535068074255640562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiC9tt4NCX1R8zRT2yHqRL_QXiM1Bb8xBgo_JuRlR7t8y8STAjLjEOltDF-7Ns7HDQqZ9fpGjvDnHeSqi68bBESscudMZt9OJmGOq3MNcfosqZGOvjaUH5pOCufsZfuQ3v-xuL1Ii7w5E/s320/P1080749.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">This remodeled home is for sale. Not many could afford such a home. This is just one of many that line the main boulevard to the sea.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWEblG4DwgYmHnW2GP2ogFqY0H7mX69ol7uLkX34ZPi-Fvn24MWDyh0e9yBjUJ5mvHPJODntT_5Eqtl411PwWDk7IvKGPyLZxWBEsDPqfI1nydGTHy5Bbwt70D8Lw1YRQ7-vskiu4jye4/s1600/P1080755.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535068069371169138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWEblG4DwgYmHnW2GP2ogFqY0H7mX69ol7uLkX34ZPi-Fvn24MWDyh0e9yBjUJ5mvHPJODntT_5Eqtl411PwWDk7IvKGPyLZxWBEsDPqfI1nydGTHy5Bbwt70D8Lw1YRQ7-vskiu4jye4/s320/P1080755.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> This cactus is really popular in Lima. We have seen it cut short and bordering flower gardens, decorating home entrances, and as house plants. </span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1KYQsM3bZit_nVROgRBWZrvGBxVwhen5eUhe_qDT3G-OxRUppnhoNtrSe9rh3VgI6O43B6pOCgPBDCPAHnZRRX7aOAw9sio4hILbeWM1uSPR-Mn5vrn93JR3mWMnxEsvDkJH1QInkFF8/s1600/P1080771.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535068066155266914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1KYQsM3bZit_nVROgRBWZrvGBxVwhen5eUhe_qDT3G-OxRUppnhoNtrSe9rh3VgI6O43B6pOCgPBDCPAHnZRRX7aOAw9sio4hILbeWM1uSPR-Mn5vrn93JR3mWMnxEsvDkJH1QInkFF8/s320/P1080771.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#000099;"><em> Alamedas or parks running the length and center of a main boulevard are common in Lima. This one is beautifully maintained and looks so European with gaslights and wrought iron benches.</em></span><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOZKoZQCSOUuQKTSCMZUH08W9mYmEesBLrsPdCi7cefOhv24H3Y04LCW3tMIAbCcn4qlAuzElXVHcFzEpm_HMAxce05BuU6rjXRSKIAlvK5-lu8YbzhQeuWUlRH22XFHPn1SOrsJYnuXA/s1600/P1080753.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535066471712476242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOZKoZQCSOUuQKTSCMZUH08W9mYmEesBLrsPdCi7cefOhv24H3Y04LCW3tMIAbCcn4qlAuzElXVHcFzEpm_HMAxce05BuU6rjXRSKIAlvK5-lu8YbzhQeuWUlRH22XFHPn1SOrsJYnuXA/s320/P1080753.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> The ocean is behind me. This picture shows a more full view of the beautiful boulevard with the center alameda and the mansions that line flank the boulevard. </span></em><br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM4s8tXxIMJSHNhBOkrtZglh4xwVB3-zqaPTohzFOjjRdlckpF7h_UAlPIFonKC3GzO-rYadiamR9Th7xSxRG61K6HCb0WrxQkxfotpD-DdK-Z7a9abQvTSdQ_s7g4W271LZPwFwSnIws/s1600/P1080750.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535061686511808402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM4s8tXxIMJSHNhBOkrtZglh4xwVB3-zqaPTohzFOjjRdlckpF7h_UAlPIFonKC3GzO-rYadiamR9Th7xSxRG61K6HCb0WrxQkxfotpD-DdK-Z7a9abQvTSdQ_s7g4W271LZPwFwSnIws/s320/P1080750.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000099;"><em>Dad and Cesar, Graciela's husband, are standing under one of the arbors, a lovely spot for watching waves and surfers.</em></span><br /></div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijBqtaSbJeYrEdIlkfzJnLaNQx_ZxYHEA2pQ4wtq7pNuMnR8i5vYdTshEWhS5caKv5YXxFCZ1LaH_lAExHfHtfarB2qfIbvC_MDLkQYLmyKB6nPy_t7Xv897m2i_ZIP4Qfo1WyPX_C65Y/s1600/P1080760.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535061679698609554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijBqtaSbJeYrEdIlkfzJnLaNQx_ZxYHEA2pQ4wtq7pNuMnR8i5vYdTshEWhS5caKv5YXxFCZ1LaH_lAExHfHtfarB2qfIbvC_MDLkQYLmyKB6nPy_t7Xv897m2i_ZIP4Qfo1WyPX_C65Y/s320/P1080760.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">This is one of my favorite view points. You can see the cliffs of the coast line, an apartment building which is across the street, not on the cliff, and the wind blown trees. Colorful flowers are everywhere and, because of the humidity, the flowers survive the year round.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpJwgE9BhqIQog0nqWdOztxbz08QHd25s8cvAidqWO64pLBpANRWOehiAqP0d5va56DS6ShS5Qi4fFCbS8ayY4R0IZvZeWoLM-izVHitinUv4gCjTfYTt4z8F5rxJ34F1XNeymvFBBE-E/s1600/P1080765.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535059130763812690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpJwgE9BhqIQog0nqWdOztxbz08QHd25s8cvAidqWO64pLBpANRWOehiAqP0d5va56DS6ShS5Qi4fFCbS8ayY4R0IZvZeWoLM-izVHitinUv4gCjTfYTt4z8F5rxJ34F1XNeymvFBBE-E/s320/P1080765.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Dad and I are standing near a cement wall which runs the length of the sidewalk and offeres a great bench for just observing the ocean and the gardens.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU2vP22ppx8p6YgIlERrZgCHR-uiUyhzQWz1CAjYulwkkL4R_ls9vfe8PlUP7Bi7kmB2drzEYnvqknnslAKdvD6yhGQT0-IoDa9L-Zxah70zqbEOnZs8l2vIBRqUd-cOVSOAjlfWoXP0U/s1600/P1080766.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535059126781051394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU2vP22ppx8p6YgIlERrZgCHR-uiUyhzQWz1CAjYulwkkL4R_ls9vfe8PlUP7Bi7kmB2drzEYnvqknnslAKdvD6yhGQT0-IoDa9L-Zxah70zqbEOnZs8l2vIBRqUd-cOVSOAjlfWoXP0U/s320/P1080766.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Graciela and Cesar are standing in the spot from which Graciela took our foto so the view behind them is to the south. Graciela told Cesar Elder Slingerland was taking Hna. Slingerland on a date and she wanted to go on a date too. The plan was that the would just take us to Barranco but then we would go our separate ways, but we asked them if they would like to "double" date, a new term for them. We had a grand time together.</span></em><br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF1lPj595KZGl7OhNEyidnj7Txt1dDaZ4wm0K_8hswodUrtz2jffDiOGtqZSVFBSOWiaAcoF25Ui8fkPFCuQcgEex9taE09j4EtKT2EooAgg78PyGQBoRqgwLrULHcVC0YknQx001MiNk/s1600/P1080816.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535053830525730082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF1lPj595KZGl7OhNEyidnj7Txt1dDaZ4wm0K_8hswodUrtz2jffDiOGtqZSVFBSOWiaAcoF25Ui8fkPFCuQcgEex9taE09j4EtKT2EooAgg78PyGQBoRqgwLrULHcVC0YknQx001MiNk/s320/P1080816.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> From the restaurant where I took this picture, we could look down into a once beautiful mansion which backed up against a hill. Graciela said there was a law that only these two colors could be used in homes. We are looking at the original paint of a home built sometime in the mid 1800s. What you cannot see is that the earthquake caused a landslide which slammed into the back of this home, completely filling this badroom and crushing the back walls of the house. Because it is historic, it cannot be torn down.</span></em><br /><br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq-mvf3Bb-u9EFkWmFDfPvv53ZbjkWzPbvVV6Pbw9DWR7xhvVYc6sKlbKHIQcDuVzFtUlkLcYz-nm-YAUQQQEi0sBUJHelAMKqCXqDR5XZvsaHIeXBK41CX-owyvaEr7wxYY7dXuXkB6Y/s1600/P1080794.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534716823396640562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq-mvf3Bb-u9EFkWmFDfPvv53ZbjkWzPbvVV6Pbw9DWR7xhvVYc6sKlbKHIQcDuVzFtUlkLcYz-nm-YAUQQQEi0sBUJHelAMKqCXqDR5XZvsaHIeXBK41CX-owyvaEr7wxYY7dXuXkB6Y/s320/P1080794.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> This picture was taken from a cliff which overlooks the restaurant where we ate lunch. We climbed steep stairs to the third floor and an outdoor patio of the restaurant which looks as if it was once a home. This picture also shows the vestiges of the pre-Hispanic culture--before the 1500s--with the terraced cliff and ruins of structures on the edge of the cliff near the ocean.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2vzzYWMy5fQGcdQ3PozuyF4YyHWf4vbfbessRbpBee6RQnyIC99uid6ARe5tCzt8Oc8nwGQpVYWrslQFWnIi6WIigE1pi0nb84Y-r8sEEJjx0nWoIgC8aykAUzDmrmJoNMIULTfRRzco/s1600/P1080796.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534714622049175266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2vzzYWMy5fQGcdQ3PozuyF4YyHWf4vbfbessRbpBee6RQnyIC99uid6ARe5tCzt8Oc8nwGQpVYWrslQFWnIi6WIigE1pi0nb84Y-r8sEEJjx0nWoIgC8aykAUzDmrmJoNMIULTfRRzco/s320/P1080796.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">This picture gives better view of the seascape, the Inca ruins, and the scenic viewpoint. This day at the coast was a perfect day. I couldn't think of a better way to celebrate my birthday-- a day with Dad, beautiful scenery, and good friends to share the day with. We were grateful Graciela and Cesar stayed with us because they also were our very knowledgeble tour guides. They have a fun tradition by the way. They regularly bundle their three children up and take them to the coast for night games and a dinner picnic. They know the seaside well!</span></em>Suzanne Slingerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345615438286075228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851910607816486991.post-45642482139872370322010-11-01T10:03:00.000-07:002010-11-01T15:26:02.316-07:00Celebrating my Birthday, Peru style<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhD0QMJmGYEV4kt4p3oTzuZlyM2MLfwl8nfbzB1iqb70dWqh2UO8CXnzFmBD0LgFUK-yaR4J4-R6kpWbueeAzBqPhWu_3yLbDns8F8K3pftPFyhwji5WtplWKQg1MKSHn_yj7CAhifzv8/s1600/P1080732.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534637932833880370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhD0QMJmGYEV4kt4p3oTzuZlyM2MLfwl8nfbzB1iqb70dWqh2UO8CXnzFmBD0LgFUK-yaR4J4-R6kpWbueeAzBqPhWu_3yLbDns8F8K3pftPFyhwji5WtplWKQg1MKSHn_yj7CAhifzv8/s320/P1080732.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><em><span style="color:#000099;">The office secretaries, Juana and Liliana, bought a beautiful triple chocolate cake from Don Mamani's, one of our favorite restaurants, to celebrate my birthday. I had told Kay Beals I wanted to pick up a chocolate cake to share with everyone, so she had to tell me the girls were getting the cake.</span></em><em><span style="color:#000099;"> </span></em><br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUmsEeMjaNw6Y0owq-l4CHLEIO71dDpL61KTdgYUTBfdwZ8aOE8h5aO-ZWePfaxqdlEQsyPYvaXeZbZRAs2U53LmID6cZ2-9Vmy7pA-Erz6goyLuG6iLgsDxqLQ_btXANCVaDNxZ_GeNI/s1600/P1080739.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534630079123148258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUmsEeMjaNw6Y0owq-l4CHLEIO71dDpL61KTdgYUTBfdwZ8aOE8h5aO-ZWePfaxqdlEQsyPYvaXeZbZRAs2U53LmID6cZ2-9Vmy7pA-Erz6goyLuG6iLgsDxqLQ_btXANCVaDNxZ_GeNI/s320/P1080739.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> This is a great picture of all office staff we work with every day. Kay and Jack Beals, Area secretary and executive secretary, are on the right. They were in our BYU student branch and Jack was Dad's 1st counselor. Dalene Seegmiller is a PEF (Perpetual Education Fund) missionary. Her husband is not in the picture. Their office is on the main floor. Liliana is to her right and Elder Pino, 1st counselor to Elder Nash, is next to her. The secretaries celebrated his birthday two days before. Dad is in the center and Bruce and Kathryn Ghent are to his right. They are the assistant Area secretaries who will become the Area secretaries when the Beals return to Atlanta in April. Juana, Elder Nash's secretary, is on my right. We shared the cake with all who walked into the office kitchen. It was a fun day! </span></em><br /><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrZYo9K74d6t4nI1f8T4_hpw_wwOAH01vTCZaoFA54YgkQMfpUO0tx8nyUjwTSbc7EqLbkLETfUX-VU9PWz8EG7736KuKGFPOc7wMqGwNOoqUIGKdrH0e1lc1rsONdpFZmwBep0xWupvY/s1600/P1080736.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534630067508677922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrZYo9K74d6t4nI1f8T4_hpw_wwOAH01vTCZaoFA54YgkQMfpUO0tx8nyUjwTSbc7EqLbkLETfUX-VU9PWz8EG7736KuKGFPOc7wMqGwNOoqUIGKdrH0e1lc1rsONdpFZmwBep0xWupvY/s320/P1080736.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;">My task was to blow out the candles in one breath. Alas! A sign of age is lack of breath. It took three blows! </span></em></div></div>Suzanne Slingerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345615438286075228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851910607816486991.post-30910885439496474502010-11-01T09:19:00.000-07:002010-11-01T10:02:45.365-07:00Stopping by Pisaq<em><span style="color:#000099;">When Margaret and Ted were here with Emma, Spencer and Kate, we toured the Sacred Valley's ancient ruins. Our guide led us through the ancient city to Ollaytantambo, an ancient Inca city. Pictures of Ollaytantambo are on the blog of our trip. On this trip with the mission presidents we stopped in the ancient city's town square for just a 5-minute look around. The 5 minutes stretched into 10 minutes, just enough time for some fun pictures.</span></em><br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEire-a5LLhnDiy6HLL-0DhrJd5Hataz_Dz9fnfXXDuz_Dlt8rxetnne_CTJlblcLod-_AUFQ30E4F-K8hCv3i8j0epos3oxYAh-39jm8sS7lMMqRvl0Jx9VLJpQYlb6d-Nz1gSmVOPi5HE/s1600/P1080509.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534620214944022914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEire-a5LLhnDiy6HLL-0DhrJd5Hataz_Dz9fnfXXDuz_Dlt8rxetnne_CTJlblcLod-_AUFQ30E4F-K8hCv3i8j0epos3oxYAh-39jm8sS7lMMqRvl0Jx9VLJpQYlb6d-Nz1gSmVOPi5HE/s320/P1080509.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> I followed the wife of one of the Lima mission presidents up a steep sidewalk overlooking the ruins which you can see in the background. In August Ted, Margaret and Kids climbed those terraces while Dad and I toured the sights below and took pictures of the Jeffries who were scampering about like mountain goats. We didn't have an opportunity to explore the little city itself then so this was a fun experience and a different perspective.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtfMEPqSOhRwTpCeIWYkLkSrNLO23glNaVklvUqPWqjsw_gTfL35yETusIkk1WUTllbwfOvNTJdwbhyphenhyphen2OlG3KJSB5zFTMAven-wuEFW0LH1NwUQ6HdqNvy9pzQafhykad1DKZG1cSbQb8/s1600/P1080501.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534620209431899458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtfMEPqSOhRwTpCeIWYkLkSrNLO23glNaVklvUqPWqjsw_gTfL35yETusIkk1WUTllbwfOvNTJdwbhyphenhyphen2OlG3KJSB5zFTMAven-wuEFW0LH1NwUQ6HdqNvy9pzQafhykad1DKZG1cSbQb8/s320/P1080501.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">This passage way is an untouched, 15th Century sidewalk, the only truly original street left in Pisaq. I wish we had had time to walk the length of the passage.<br /><br /></span></em><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_a5Zfy8j5sMwz2wnCcu9iUDF67FcXK7vEd2XmrFjqg_0EvvLJynMr0J7TCJZ76KDZA1wn1Jjn8ukCcW8tSUNx2wgd254ZuuwnRPl_PlphTrBIytrbw7LiAIMQF0yZ8Zfks-wmWQ2VFhc/s1600/P1080512.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534617847855569890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_a5Zfy8j5sMwz2wnCcu9iUDF67FcXK7vEd2XmrFjqg_0EvvLJynMr0J7TCJZ76KDZA1wn1Jjn8ukCcW8tSUNx2wgd254ZuuwnRPl_PlphTrBIytrbw7LiAIMQF0yZ8Zfks-wmWQ2VFhc/s320/P1080512.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">This woman let me take her picture. I offered her a sole, the equvalent of 35 cents.<br /></span></em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKnoKlq_YZdl_e1GGcHdDirhyLQ31n2q-FFaMgv9OEt2Jz7IeYMuWth7m7sdbWYjDt4BngSl3hdGDpiyX55puYEM4FnAu2Jc5TyK6cmcnd_cRFI8uUCzb0Aq3IKE3rwyQAQN8xxK4YeNE/s1600/P1080505.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534617840824853106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKnoKlq_YZdl_e1GGcHdDirhyLQ31n2q-FFaMgv9OEt2Jz7IeYMuWth7m7sdbWYjDt4BngSl3hdGDpiyX55puYEM4FnAu2Jc5TyK6cmcnd_cRFI8uUCzb0Aq3IKE3rwyQAQN8xxK4YeNE/s320/P1080505.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> This is one of the markets in the square--a market on bicycle. When were were in Pisac with the Jeffries, the square was congested so much with buses, trucks, and cars, the driver of our small van had difficulty turning the van around to exit the city square. This time the square was not congested. It was fun to walk the ancient square and look at the markets.</span></em></div></div></div>Suzanne Slingerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345615438286075228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851910607816486991.post-51665051875274829252010-11-01T07:40:00.000-07:002010-11-01T09:17:57.574-07:00On the Train to Machu Picchu<span style="color:#000099;"><em>On the third day of the Mission Presidents' Seminar, we went to Machu Picchu. Our group was large enough to take two cars on the Vista Dome. We thoroughly enjoyed the seating arrangement</em></span>. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUIdZELq-foXzRMC4v8VtZYzWDaojTTo2CKI3_Cp5EUvzs1PrMW-OlxpO_hPTDuN86R_Isej30jojAE8lIRsdyBrn8HKvy3_KuaUx03jzaGl4V9e3J1e9y0g4O0xDNYder2Dq4cRNAZ5g/s1600/P1080515.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534607459516933490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUIdZELq-foXzRMC4v8VtZYzWDaojTTo2CKI3_Cp5EUvzs1PrMW-OlxpO_hPTDuN86R_Isej30jojAE8lIRsdyBrn8HKvy3_KuaUx03jzaGl4V9e3J1e9y0g4O0xDNYder2Dq4cRNAZ5g/s320/P1080515.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em> On the trip to Machu Picchu we had a delightful visit with Barbra and Lynn Brasher. Barbra is the Area psychologist. We think she is way too busy!<br /></em></span><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6cH3gjY9hLJwhQ_zQJDqbwWKkP_fcKMDPDENx6rVMiFZr9yCGTYmj7xlduqU9aJYHZXw9ifDjVNPgouSOSw2MfLQ3yhmA0pZrQDHHDjxZzItO_EwugxS79Fs0CauvOefRihJYk9LEnVk/s1600/P1080535.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534599207218812274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6cH3gjY9hLJwhQ_zQJDqbwWKkP_fcKMDPDENx6rVMiFZr9yCGTYmj7xlduqU9aJYHZXw9ifDjVNPgouSOSw2MfLQ3yhmA0pZrQDHHDjxZzItO_EwugxS79Fs0CauvOefRihJYk9LEnVk/s320/P1080535.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">The Area presidency gave us all safari hats which would have protected us from the sun had their been sun. As it was, we also had to wear our pastel plastic ponchos to stay dry throughout the day. The rain didn't dampen our spirits, though. The views from the Vista Dome were breathtaking.<br /></span></em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjctdd3e0ACRCtXtZwNEuCgbx7tk0RgHaln2nKqx2j8_80lh0-S2ym_H2FQahFusFGgrlGvh-d74G4okJnWt1MdYyrf_Y-wzHxVM8_Axm7oLeFP8TvqwW9_Xr243H22T7gbnzG5Nbf-EvE/s1600/P1080552.JPG"></a><em><span style="color:#000099;">The train followed the Urubamba Valley. For a while we were above it. The tracks were re-routed after the heavy flooding that closed the RR and Machu Picchu in March. At times the tracks hugged what little ground was left between the river and the sheer cliffs.<br /><br /></span></em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6hp8O_laOGzu2mzhENcphzFT8mXP6QHFUQyHkeDXbM1Blkcr_Mf2FsyU2lypuPrH7k-aH0deZAXWtLVfw_Pq9HIE-MzUQR1RJOJ_MjeCN8GtM4EP2Ixid-4JqAUXwvk5G44Rd_Y4GvCE/s1600/P1080539.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534596570783799058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6hp8O_laOGzu2mzhENcphzFT8mXP6QHFUQyHkeDXbM1Blkcr_Mf2FsyU2lypuPrH7k-aH0deZAXWtLVfw_Pq9HIE-MzUQR1RJOJ_MjeCN8GtM4EP2Ixid-4JqAUXwvk5G44Rd_Y4GvCE/s320/P1080539.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">The terracing is considered pre Inca, but the Inca used the terracing for their own agricultural purposes.<br /><br /></span></em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI_XoMhabS4yZXOYUubKWlwwGy9VuUnGhuKiiMudND-56cnaHPriBw9KRWsBdBtjd0zygOf3nmZ8NPwOh8jW-w1v0pp2djQTuydHS-NKJNnXjklWfHQqTqAR8kk2q5LmPhmGVxRXKhPtI/s1600/P1080532.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534596557889236370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI_XoMhabS4yZXOYUubKWlwwGy9VuUnGhuKiiMudND-56cnaHPriBw9KRWsBdBtjd0zygOf3nmZ8NPwOh8jW-w1v0pp2djQTuydHS-NKJNnXjklWfHQqTqAR8kk2q5LmPhmGVxRXKhPtI/s320/P1080532.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Do you get the feeling from this picture that we are slicing through the undergrowth and rocky mountains?<br /></span></em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYmdV5tRiQYpRaMjYlgpNEGF9AvuS7Fg0rv22KH5SVtWKA9cjpIWRguNX8eAzX_Yvlj06hsv95FyjKpCaG1DPKyGRppit9cj0xtkyjr_Sg-EaDRe11wpwcoAOYNSyQf8AAAaGZaY9qIo0/s1600/P1080559.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534594556347044514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYmdV5tRiQYpRaMjYlgpNEGF9AvuS7Fg0rv22KH5SVtWKA9cjpIWRguNX8eAzX_Yvlj06hsv95FyjKpCaG1DPKyGRppit9cj0xtkyjr_Sg-EaDRe11wpwcoAOYNSyQf8AAAaGZaY9qIo0/s320/P1080559.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> On the return trip we were treated to a fashion show. One of the sunset colored, alpaca chalinas or neck scarves just got my heart and almost got my wallet. Then I came to my senses and realized a $150.00 neck scarf was a bit expensive. Alas!<br /><br /></span></em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvio7o9WeIG6AtWDLx5_jYM98g-eyqRlC6e95-Sv6dJXLzJSbD8rpvZf4BhmveAvv3Xb3Hl97ZSjZPsWQxCMF_Jgm6WjxUZELeMRiowd9pSqJHHFM9iNiDgGp8xf6RhOB81zA06UpOdfs/s1600/P1080558.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534594545323827410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvio7o9WeIG6AtWDLx5_jYM98g-eyqRlC6e95-Sv6dJXLzJSbD8rpvZf4BhmveAvv3Xb3Hl97ZSjZPsWQxCMF_Jgm6WjxUZELeMRiowd9pSqJHHFM9iNiDgGp8xf6RhOB81zA06UpOdfs/s320/P1080558.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">The mens' colorful and patterned alpaca sweaters stole the show. This steward must have modeled a half dozen, beautifully patterned, alpaca sweaters. Some were not so masculine that a woman would not consider wearing one. I liked all of them...for Dad, but I couldn't convince him to buy one.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2R5CtMQ8DEJkUgqKQdsoddSZAchIVicLLsUKh4czn0q5mpoWk-LyRJ269A0X3FTkOTP-9b9ZU9bx2lfQHynM8QZPFre-hELXhX9ayEIVaY-vHZDRkAUPzi0c56Qq6PREXqPth0HxOHu4/s1600/P1080548.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534592997141869266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2R5CtMQ8DEJkUgqKQdsoddSZAchIVicLLsUKh4czn0q5mpoWk-LyRJ269A0X3FTkOTP-9b9ZU9bx2lfQHynM8QZPFre-hELXhX9ayEIVaY-vHZDRkAUPzi0c56Qq6PREXqPth0HxOHu4/s320/P1080548.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">This shot and the next one were taken from the bus as we made the climb--several switchbacks-- from Aguas Calientes to Machu Picchu.<br /><br /></span></em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF_ZNMa-xDbnaxNjr99vQvroEGQqStSL-M3IsDK8JvEpTKrf6ftVM_zKP2HuNaTD_h3PbMu8_uUf2Kvl-Hhbhi0MI811AqJm_zctK7Aszx4hwx4vhiADLrmgPlmcjAEs3CKUECzIErH_4/s1600/P1080553.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534592991814035906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF_ZNMa-xDbnaxNjr99vQvroEGQqStSL-M3IsDK8JvEpTKrf6ftVM_zKP2HuNaTD_h3PbMu8_uUf2Kvl-Hhbhi0MI811AqJm_zctK7Aszx4hwx4vhiADLrmgPlmcjAEs3CKUECzIErH_4/s320/P1080553.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Suzanne Slingerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345615438286075228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851910607816486991.post-14453266316495940332010-10-23T14:45:00.000-07:002010-10-24T16:46:25.743-07:00No, It isn't the Garden of Eden but...<em><span style="color:#000099;">The South America Northwest Area Mission Presidents' Seminar was held at a resort hotel in the Sacred Valley. Built on the property of a 19th Century hacienda which stands almost hidden in the center of the resort, the hotel has the feel of a monastery. The old house surrounds a classic stone patio with with two floors of rooms on three sides. The patio opens into a cloistered garden paradise of tropical flowers and plants. Three mackaws were watching us from their perch as we walked through the garden to our building.</span></em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKpiexKB6CPLs6Jbz_A1CZ285I13ANAW3e6-X-q8i0Ay2fvxOSa16HtOBT5NKqeo_yMUcfG7Vx7tGtRgdO7IfmelbdibYw3zkUiLdkZ9o77_LAvD8Rp1Fj7H0AUzg8jcQAvLd-WYs8fMI/s1600/P1080490.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531457047836310578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKpiexKB6CPLs6Jbz_A1CZ285I13ANAW3e6-X-q8i0Ay2fvxOSa16HtOBT5NKqeo_yMUcfG7Vx7tGtRgdO7IfmelbdibYw3zkUiLdkZ9o77_LAvD8Rp1Fj7H0AUzg8jcQAvLd-WYs8fMI/s320/P1080490.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">We are perched on a Machu Picchu-shaped rock with the chapel and mountain in the background. To our left is the main dining area and lobby. The meetings were held in a sunken garden beyond the main building, a peaceful and private setting given the spiritual nature of meetings. </span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSDv9uTVv3tXI3ozkhh_aJ4JxR0_-Y3gCkL9KF_qatNBHRC4dL8l1dekFuiIvFdcfoO_dlzQZ_gcpTyVblI-RP7O-oRr3m6rRt0CcKT955_HAcHRnzJbAqLHHDsC0nWavvHgXhRoxT6tc/s1600/P1080586.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531455800920894178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSDv9uTVv3tXI3ozkhh_aJ4JxR0_-Y3gCkL9KF_qatNBHRC4dL8l1dekFuiIvFdcfoO_dlzQZ_gcpTyVblI-RP7O-oRr3m6rRt0CcKT955_HAcHRnzJbAqLHHDsC0nWavvHgXhRoxT6tc/s320/P1080586.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">This bed coverlet draped across the bottom of the bed is made of alpaca. We love the color and design. </span></em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtIbN7EWD8zymqiY5Gf-LZvRLksPEZztWuzCYSS-Rokaa9mJFZvtBfIQuIpVKDeoX3TbFFLXuwjaMJbXRwmjUemiuWv47GNyZFV3sxjb48vMmHeqajl9e-ET7A_RoHG3pkyOQmdEQNKg4/s1600/P1080587.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531455794870290514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtIbN7EWD8zymqiY5Gf-LZvRLksPEZztWuzCYSS-Rokaa9mJFZvtBfIQuIpVKDeoX3TbFFLXuwjaMJbXRwmjUemiuWv47GNyZFV3sxjb48vMmHeqajl9e-ET7A_RoHG3pkyOQmdEQNKg4/s320/P1080587.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> We really appreciated the fresh flowers and glass tray of fruits. I don't know the names of the fruits but they were delicious.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4KjrVtzwEQImhqDVSbprwtMJuDJiV2K9CC8byrJDrafhvjeKoBTRy-Dag0feCP68xR-Kq6ueZ46PCW8kvWXZ-frwoQOmsyBHMP2xpMPJrgwk016mx2Z5dBVCms13Q1-wyTmU8aXvhwq0/s1600/P1080588.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531454706778772786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4KjrVtzwEQImhqDVSbprwtMJuDJiV2K9CC8byrJDrafhvjeKoBTRy-Dag0feCP68xR-Kq6ueZ46PCW8kvWXZ-frwoQOmsyBHMP2xpMPJrgwk016mx2Z5dBVCms13Q1-wyTmU8aXvhwq0/s320/P1080588.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> Dr. and Hna. Weidner are living in Bogota. We really enjoy being with them. We flew to Bogota to meet and welcome them into the mission field. They are doing a great work there making contacts with medical advisors and seeing to the health of the missionaries in the three northern countries.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqFQikm5h7e8oHKm5RDndD5hronM99sKhOdfxK3H36hfKu0lT33gorAlR7YBBI0JrYvtqY-rBWZoQmuJovvcVOltzq6aash8lXifGLNbBJomva6pUm0cXqpNI7-lNsZSbr1wXjdJn-NWw/s1600/P1080492.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531454703123243330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqFQikm5h7e8oHKm5RDndD5hronM99sKhOdfxK3H36hfKu0lT33gorAlR7YBBI0JrYvtqY-rBWZoQmuJovvcVOltzq6aash8lXifGLNbBJomva6pUm0cXqpNI7-lNsZSbr1wXjdJn-NWw/s320/P1080492.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> The Ramoses and we are standing on a knoll where llamas graze. Brother Ramos is a former mission president, the Director of Temporal Affairs for the Area, and a counselor to President Whetten at the CCM. Rosie is in the Relief Society presidency. She is the one who asked me to demonstrate making brownies in Relief Society. They are originally from Guatemala.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirfRVyZlnZqU7uFl4xAdHvk2bhaKbsl2g4DLpzXtfp2g89rSfwWoQAEyql2dmnYdxyG30n_8PuxSm_N1mecupOnaHOi0N1ujIap4L1WM__HhjxjFmoPtNdebqFZ6tT2Qd5Js72bjiQlRQ/s1600/P1080570.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531452856093046354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirfRVyZlnZqU7uFl4xAdHvk2bhaKbsl2g4DLpzXtfp2g89rSfwWoQAEyql2dmnYdxyG30n_8PuxSm_N1mecupOnaHOi0N1ujIap4L1WM__HhjxjFmoPtNdebqFZ6tT2Qd5Js72bjiQlRQ/s320/P1080570.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> President and Hna. Sloan preside over the Quito Ecuador Mission. They have invited us to visit in January to speak in zone conferences!</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR-avLVCCNKrvm0dzz0_B1QJky8O3Bdmqwg3EJQ9YH-ZPX8_QQ5_6VvRgiPm6Iq7W8nRSmVqcLjGiNXCw1_r08cP5Gd6m2conj1tdQiS00hawRJN7gyZYuiOFOvkpVONprwPtTPmv1Gkc/s1600/P1080584.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531452849417501442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR-avLVCCNKrvm0dzz0_B1QJky8O3Bdmqwg3EJQ9YH-ZPX8_QQ5_6VvRgiPm6Iq7W8nRSmVqcLjGiNXCw1_r08cP5Gd6m2conj1tdQiS00hawRJN7gyZYuiOFOvkpVONprwPtTPmv1Gkc/s320/P1080584.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> This is one of the motel like buildings on the property. The rooms are absolutely sound proof and elegant in layout, design, and amenities.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA5REkIQInUuY2yhtUB3ra9L_7DAOnzyBRMtEHyz3ymLUB41cJLTbA7qh1jloTuzcT37L79OVV_keavcHb5O9wN1nGIXuyG5Mr2biRq5Vfcu3nf5qD7Rl3L7CuxzqyC_WiJ8dFso9n0TU/s1600/P1080576.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531451347482836002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA5REkIQInUuY2yhtUB3ra9L_7DAOnzyBRMtEHyz3ymLUB41cJLTbA7qh1jloTuzcT37L79OVV_keavcHb5O9wN1nGIXuyG5Mr2biRq5Vfcu3nf5qD7Rl3L7CuxzqyC_WiJ8dFso9n0TU/s320/P1080576.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> This Catholic chapel is a functioning parish. </span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivxg5YKXb7wtIo0HOCqpcdohyphenhyphenO7zXYcyrZ8UygWKnd5pOYXx5S4qHWcNmgF_IDm5k93wrvkjCfO3qWIrTIAOPsHxeXJ-lVvK5z8mSyuzk2RnA5AzpCT9et1IL7HxKQDPL23yqI6eAu5cQ/s1600/P1080566.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531451343177867266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivxg5YKXb7wtIo0HOCqpcdohyphenhyphenO7zXYcyrZ8UygWKnd5pOYXx5S4qHWcNmgF_IDm5k93wrvkjCfO3qWIrTIAOPsHxeXJ-lVvK5z8mSyuzk2RnA5AzpCT9et1IL7HxKQDPL23yqI6eAu5cQ/s320/P1080566.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Dad and I are standing on the bridge that leads to the cloistered garden by way of a path on the right side of the chapel</span></em>.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOk8l8PtixUs9_ixZ7paWkfamnUilFX-0GdlzpQibVDw_PEPBaYjKiNRaSDPp20rMSuxMzNJtL_vok0EvPVOv8dg8_cZscuMYIC9vq5YjnVnjH4x2K0ydoINmSIBO-m8muNAIJQsJZfWw/s1600/P1080585.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531450112974383122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOk8l8PtixUs9_ixZ7paWkfamnUilFX-0GdlzpQibVDw_PEPBaYjKiNRaSDPp20rMSuxMzNJtL_vok0EvPVOv8dg8_cZscuMYIC9vq5YjnVnjH4x2K0ydoINmSIBO-m8muNAIJQsJZfWw/s320/P1080585.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">These evergreen trees are my favorite--tall, stately, and symetrical. I think we cannot grow these trees in Utah because they require so much humidity.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_e28hCRRE_plK9BO2PUcan-oqjxjqsztHXOeBLNNwo7sojfKaXJXePuulJxXQ3gIE0VtudCnfCHTrezm6fw9kWusxfXJz87UNfToY5aG7OicmUk6CGk1vObN4ri1aI7ZY_Ic5EI6KKMA/s1600/P1080573.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531450108472473714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_e28hCRRE_plK9BO2PUcan-oqjxjqsztHXOeBLNNwo7sojfKaXJXePuulJxXQ3gIE0VtudCnfCHTrezm6fw9kWusxfXJz87UNfToY5aG7OicmUk6CGk1vObN4ri1aI7ZY_Ic5EI6KKMA/s320/P1080573.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Everywhere we looked and walked, there was beauty in design and color.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZf10C1-Zv0Q9I2nvVEjgV48mAT1jlHT5LG_lZ3wV_CmXytMriAj8sVoGmlAP6qTwS4x_3HDPpgdDWsShbKO4mGwlAAWPlcvAJHCGSftHedCYMua6jTIFZiVyPin23a5gbuiRgK8sOIFw/s1600/P1080572.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531448599202319090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZf10C1-Zv0Q9I2nvVEjgV48mAT1jlHT5LG_lZ3wV_CmXytMriAj8sVoGmlAP6qTwS4x_3HDPpgdDWsShbKO4mGwlAAWPlcvAJHCGSftHedCYMua6jTIFZiVyPin23a5gbuiRgK8sOIFw/s320/P1080572.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> This lagoon and plantings are really colorful and peaceful. There are other lagoons we heard about but didn't have time to see.</span></em><br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnAHgFZeK3fhnUrDaEqr8M4LkIE1bK0VjzPuWCrn2DTNA8mP4MjqB6q3hDdtrTZwnG6_JCxxE-yYra9JUUrQPGGkFCZgePKP70rIZmIgg6XrpHH3CagAklNeOAUhbFTpUCtrwoPAhWArY/s1600/P1080591.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531363748877310562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnAHgFZeK3fhnUrDaEqr8M4LkIE1bK0VjzPuWCrn2DTNA8mP4MjqB6q3hDdtrTZwnG6_JCxxE-yYra9JUUrQPGGkFCZgePKP70rIZmIgg6XrpHH3CagAklNeOAUhbFTpUCtrwoPAhWArY/s320/P1080591.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">This close up of us and the Weidners was taken from a different angle and is especially fun because the llamas were in the background. One of the mission presidents got too close to the brown llama which spit in his face. He told us his skin and eyes burned. He had to return to his room to wash his face and irrigate his eyes.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3TvwedhKzfh54wRkLpYQhkA0hJZ6Z0MfhepF6Ah1rDj-jQy5ngykKa4EZ3YJ23OUaZPcpntJW-uhIZ0SvNFmK57n2ZMKum4ezBfqBxB8aIrvT5RxK9lmqjN9-5QtntTEECkLHrr5EAE8/s1600/P1080575.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531363740877926546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3TvwedhKzfh54wRkLpYQhkA0hJZ6Z0MfhepF6Ah1rDj-jQy5ngykKa4EZ3YJ23OUaZPcpntJW-uhIZ0SvNFmK57n2ZMKum4ezBfqBxB8aIrvT5RxK9lmqjN9-5QtntTEECkLHrr5EAE8/s320/P1080575.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;">I took this picture looking back toward the main building fromn the bridge. At night the lights are really beautiful. We could have walked an hour and not have seen all the grounds. We wish we had had more time. We didn't even have time to shop in the hotel gift shops. The meetings started Sunday night with a Sacrament Meeting and talks by each of the Area presidency. The meetings were rich with doctrine and tools for teaching missionaries how to teach more effectively the mission and Atonement of the Savior and the role of the Holy Ghost. Monday night a stake of Young Men and Young Women presented dances from the Cusco region. </span></em><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQEUHmKCm7oFlFNpCxqzhvE6GDUp3v3rxawq6q1npXnvlYXk0FYDIB21pAzadixLGdYI7GXPNoeIFPxbO7bxmkCw_n6B4iCKHaMNselwuQgWoEuUKgNnuXG0GgLdrslN_52dqsH8a28F4/s1600/P1080560.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531362723868553714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQEUHmKCm7oFlFNpCxqzhvE6GDUp3v3rxawq6q1npXnvlYXk0FYDIB21pAzadixLGdYI7GXPNoeIFPxbO7bxmkCw_n6B4iCKHaMNselwuQgWoEuUKgNnuXG0GgLdrslN_52dqsH8a28F4/s320/P1080560.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">This picture gives a glimpse into the color and design of the property.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk5uC_sczz9WkMZEbfgqU97JPRaW4DgoUeZGL_hS3nZaDO-hl8To2gO4bcfNy1-QeFaua19Eee7dX8MuNTKz5JlpcA8Ef7ivQvLLciarikfQNYXHBJjaapqpDkGcRsxEXok-eP1g5JT-w/s1600/P1080580.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531362716447774418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk5uC_sczz9WkMZEbfgqU97JPRaW4DgoUeZGL_hS3nZaDO-hl8To2gO4bcfNy1-QeFaua19Eee7dX8MuNTKz5JlpcA8Ef7ivQvLLciarikfQNYXHBJjaapqpDkGcRsxEXok-eP1g5JT-w/s320/P1080580.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">Unfortunately, this picture is not clear, but we were inside the cloistered garden.</span></em>Suzanne Slingerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345615438286075228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851910607816486991.post-18053766766682024342010-10-23T14:00:00.000-07:002010-10-23T14:45:15.663-07:00A few more architectural examples...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinBf4u-E6umLgh_vHt9uXVX-kHWlY7MrtE-Bqnfyb3G437eir2YkZmh2R9K2mR7wH3YHECvShlS6hhM-f-TC_2Fkr_tYStzb7IKilBi46qQpwHGuhMZFycuSSWyMi_1kIXL3i5ZUZK3mo/s1600/P1080493.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531354576024414578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinBf4u-E6umLgh_vHt9uXVX-kHWlY7MrtE-Bqnfyb3G437eir2YkZmh2R9K2mR7wH3YHECvShlS6hhM-f-TC_2Fkr_tYStzb7IKilBi46qQpwHGuhMZFycuSSWyMi_1kIXL3i5ZUZK3mo/s320/P1080493.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">This is one of our chapels in the Sacred Valley. Many of the chapels are two-story buildings on narrow pieces of land. All the chapels are behind security fences.</span></em><em><span style="color:#000099;"> </span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtdItQDr0obdvAP5-RsaFsGzLoTO10GlzSZdy9_KKbb3i1I0FZWAV86t4jSIbkzUSSL7HWFumCJ2_sRsuowx3hPudxx6AjsCdZgfihBPiLpoRIuhoFZEDrfQ31eEnvzs07HDBqcTD2pm8/s1600/P1080620.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531354572430246434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtdItQDr0obdvAP5-RsaFsGzLoTO10GlzSZdy9_KKbb3i1I0FZWAV86t4jSIbkzUSSL7HWFumCJ2_sRsuowx3hPudxx6AjsCdZgfihBPiLpoRIuhoFZEDrfQ31eEnvzs07HDBqcTD2pm8/s320/P1080620.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> This early 19th Century Colonial style chapel is typical of the smaller Catholic churches in the region. Made of brick and adobe, its foundation is the ruins of an ancient Inca temple according to a pictoral guide book. The fence reflects the Inca design found in tapestries and other artistic works. </span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXS4tmzwomVfmB55A4YMabcJWznHQqakue9iMegcwTeYRGS66qzsuuhlQmF4pcZQHH6IwPLTUTO1EE-xRkOSVJdkdfWwAv3JdJkcSpio0sdlSUJhY-eZqbS-taLuiu5BBZvNdGcHbTV4Y/s1600/P1080542.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531352393876869026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXS4tmzwomVfmB55A4YMabcJWznHQqakue9iMegcwTeYRGS66qzsuuhlQmF4pcZQHH6IwPLTUTO1EE-xRkOSVJdkdfWwAv3JdJkcSpio0sdlSUJhY-eZqbS-taLuiu5BBZvNdGcHbTV4Y/s320/P1080542.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> We saw several homes made of logs and tin. This homes is windowless. There must be a good story here. </span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBB8KmYqpK79vbZq7nsUdb38o3dK7Ryqu-bK274omuHLv2fQIEui-r5PoF4LOINaaJuWm7kGrp_JEB099Yr0Cf6GpWvjBaw0frAru-6-IVipKVKVEb0ejnGwi9MLp8dYtiCvoCnIPF0pQ/s1600/P1080387.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531352390955963778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBB8KmYqpK79vbZq7nsUdb38o3dK7Ryqu-bK274omuHLv2fQIEui-r5PoF4LOINaaJuWm7kGrp_JEB099Yr0Cf6GpWvjBaw0frAru-6-IVipKVKVEb0ejnGwi9MLp8dYtiCvoCnIPF0pQ/s320/P1080387.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">This home's design reflects the Inca architecture in many ways: the stone-on-stone foundation, the half-Inca-cross niches, the trapezoidal door frames, and thatched roof. The trapezoidal feature strengthens the walls and the walls are less likely to crumble in an earthquake.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimbnB9GcbsCl6mAb9oVRZFMThzNxyti4Oi-rQ-IuFeMjSPdeDv-XkwgWrXfbIs9QIKpzaEr7bKVURc6dxNUi9gpZJqRI-eoJGCmUEMGqgSzK57YtZWbLmfo5JvAskIQGNMZ8jprXWtYXI/s1600/P1080361.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531350736658423730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimbnB9GcbsCl6mAb9oVRZFMThzNxyti4Oi-rQ-IuFeMjSPdeDv-XkwgWrXfbIs9QIKpzaEr7bKVURc6dxNUi9gpZJqRI-eoJGCmUEMGqgSzK57YtZWbLmfo5JvAskIQGNMZ8jprXWtYXI/s320/P1080361.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> While this home is not highly decorated, the windows, doors, and thatched roof are typical of Inca inspired architecture. It's interesting to note that the building on the right has a modern tile roof.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqCLrCdOU0I-N4QAqMhAuLko3OlH7CtTGnBxXnC56mT2sYipOjf9A6pfnQKlRHnk2eLAf-AOIsu2QxYJMu2B8biR_W69CJAkcdmkIPkue8NWYCIZfNxhrnrULBbqVoaQj-Q9zIMLQK4RE/s1600/P1080362.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531350734583094402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqCLrCdOU0I-N4QAqMhAuLko3OlH7CtTGnBxXnC56mT2sYipOjf9A6pfnQKlRHnk2eLAf-AOIsu2QxYJMu2B8biR_W69CJAkcdmkIPkue8NWYCIZfNxhrnrULBbqVoaQj-Q9zIMLQK4RE/s320/P1080362.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">The home on the Inca road not far from Machu Picchu is quite reflective of Machu Picchu. The door frame is a replica of the original and untouched entrance into the city of Machu Picchu and adobe figures adorn the front walls. This home also has the red tile roof which is a distinctive feature of the homes and buildings in Cusco.</span></em>Suzanne Slingerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345615438286075228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851910607816486991.post-31574471268038174792010-10-22T18:25:00.000-07:002010-10-23T10:34:06.965-07:00Following the Inca Road to the Sacred Valley Once Again<em><span style="color:#000099;">Dad and I had the wonderful opportunity to attend the 2010 Mission Presidents' Seminar for the South America Northwest Area comprised of 23 missions and two CCMs in five countries. The seminar was in Spanish but a member from Cusco interpreted for the North Americans like me who still struggle with the language.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnpXykhW0JaUyW55-UQHlu6iaHFCVNWFqYq0o3XeqdmJNfKwnyjggKUucDB4wSQX05bGdLgwosOyFyCqGscLUZnAZt7imDtQLcw7oTGWcpptwX8l-WIyst1TMz1wye2lDrZA9Lnl_zJ20/s1600/P1080316.JPG"><em><span style="color:#000099;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531063193064833170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnpXykhW0JaUyW55-UQHlu6iaHFCVNWFqYq0o3XeqdmJNfKwnyjggKUucDB4wSQX05bGdLgwosOyFyCqGscLUZnAZt7imDtQLcw7oTGWcpptwX8l-WIyst1TMz1wye2lDrZA9Lnl_zJ20/s320/P1080316.JPG" /></span></em></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">The road from Cusco to the Sacred Valley is steep. The view from the top is spectacular. The surprise is the descent into the Sacred Valley. Cusco is at 12,000 feet and the Sacred Valley is about 10,000 feet altitude.<br /><br /></span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj24zrHwXuJGR9tCFqDzMlDFJgU3BqKOfl6n4_lOmrBTyQUldrBNrVHaoWZLnu-Md2TfQl1Mitq2FOpfps9uNrK6l0Nyd8md6em7s_7iu9wMnFK7FD7AA9W-WOA9T2l-4OgR9xbM2Tuo64/s1600/P1080318.JPG"><span style="color:#000099;"><em><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531063185327911778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj24zrHwXuJGR9tCFqDzMlDFJgU3BqKOfl6n4_lOmrBTyQUldrBNrVHaoWZLnu-Md2TfQl1Mitq2FOpfps9uNrK6l0Nyd8md6em7s_7iu9wMnFK7FD7AA9W-WOA9T2l-4OgR9xbM2Tuo64/s320/P1080318.JPG" /></em></span></a><span style="color:#000099;"><em> We were in Group One which meant we were picked up early in the morning and were on the first flight to Cusco, arriving about 10:30 in the morning. A tour bus took us to a resort hotel in the Sacred Valley, a nearly two-hour trip with vistas and fun views at every turn.</em></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><em> </em></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOncaFPyMmPMNLAyo6YTisHx65rhmNB0gsZ5sgryAKskJHXiIRpc-1rLfSxqtirGJmBz9Oio5RPBuUDZWjhv0R_32B15fsy0_EILPIWMB4K3ukWSP8jRHi1Sr8bViBi6mXl0TgT_nz1mU/s1600/P1080331.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531063176373958274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOncaFPyMmPMNLAyo6YTisHx65rhmNB0gsZ5sgryAKskJHXiIRpc-1rLfSxqtirGJmBz9Oio5RPBuUDZWjhv0R_32B15fsy0_EILPIWMB4K3ukWSP8jRHi1Sr8bViBi6mXl0TgT_nz1mU/s320/P1080331.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">The Inca laid out Cusco in the shape of a puma with the head at the far left and the tail off the photo to the right. Can you see the head? </span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitLHPup0dXR3IREAGRV9D4hNv6ylISr4REziTBt0w5cPb2Qj-VYg-GXyL1AeELUNA6WRVHHFN32J9gkSMjHCvFiMIUW-nWOPAnz0AuXqoI-ueVGh-1hx1r0pbXxWtDlkHxn8OxdlUNI9E/s1600/P1080360.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531061464345828962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitLHPup0dXR3IREAGRV9D4hNv6ylISr4REziTBt0w5cPb2Qj-VYg-GXyL1AeELUNA6WRVHHFN32J9gkSMjHCvFiMIUW-nWOPAnz0AuXqoI-ueVGh-1hx1r0pbXxWtDlkHxn8OxdlUNI9E/s320/P1080360.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">The varied architecture was fascinating. The following pictures show the variety of styles and building techniques. </span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrNIixQdcVcPQ0LnEdZfWmXRX4GIokRWEXky3hnbp-yo35Id5bV5-kDATUVHV36Z3_lw8Yba_B4srAWKVzPpoPdy0dhcUoF70E35WMzBKin4MBz9gB3MSmCQQpc44ThbboGiUI9FS-gkg/s1600/P1080476.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531061460285994402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrNIixQdcVcPQ0LnEdZfWmXRX4GIokRWEXky3hnbp-yo35Id5bV5-kDATUVHV36Z3_lw8Yba_B4srAWKVzPpoPdy0dhcUoF70E35WMzBKin4MBz9gB3MSmCQQpc44ThbboGiUI9FS-gkg/s320/P1080476.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">This is a fairly old family home made of handmade bricks covered with mud adobe. </span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWUo8o9qFZjODAbsvBqr9aL7XpTTuz_9TEPZ5SCGUJUnIJtXeztDkjTJBfO_PINZ247j3peRI6QXoXUG7z_Q8x1tBiOrmA1HV44tsgoSAYDdezKGz8Q2jCSHAE-rGPy3sf2blP8jh1q8c/s1600/P1080386.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531061447990290306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWUo8o9qFZjODAbsvBqr9aL7XpTTuz_9TEPZ5SCGUJUnIJtXeztDkjTJBfO_PINZ247j3peRI6QXoXUG7z_Q8x1tBiOrmA1HV44tsgoSAYDdezKGz8Q2jCSHAE-rGPy3sf2blP8jh1q8c/s320/P1080386.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">This is quite a creative design. The stones reflect the Inca walls--stone on stone with no mortar. The thatched roof and tower-like structure is common in the valley. We saw a village of smaller homes in the same style. They reminded us of yurts. </span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJRzW5SWbWBbnn8ncncaJDOJJceraG2EmEoKj_1dJmBsUpslI29zYaBOL-dp2dFLC54EUU3gZR4QT5__ie_Qjy75TC1MBT5y6xqN1JheKRouyK4h2_E5GvpQARjeqYaE-SZwaqSy6ymi4/s1600/P1080347.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531060001560614594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJRzW5SWbWBbnn8ncncaJDOJJceraG2EmEoKj_1dJmBsUpslI29zYaBOL-dp2dFLC54EUU3gZR4QT5__ie_Qjy75TC1MBT5y6xqN1JheKRouyK4h2_E5GvpQARjeqYaE-SZwaqSy6ymi4/s320/P1080347.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> Decorations of painted adobe shapes is quite common too. The owners have also repeated the Inca motif on one outside wall. </span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiuU1E7qxezWs7eRRsGsyFV2e5Ho1xlN1FkByb9BugNTXHyDToOP-kYXV8XXUupVa7avwy8RPU8pEgSTcwi0X-eZ81Y_SeaCKvY2XRJE2KSWriuqW6dVqVkkbBks5o34O-eVCCTX3AKDc/s1600/P1080317.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531059999068015330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiuU1E7qxezWs7eRRsGsyFV2e5Ho1xlN1FkByb9BugNTXHyDToOP-kYXV8XXUupVa7avwy8RPU8pEgSTcwi0X-eZ81Y_SeaCKvY2XRJE2KSWriuqW6dVqVkkbBks5o34O-eVCCTX3AKDc/s320/P1080317.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> This style of architecture is really common in Peru. The owners probably live above the store. The house is actually four box-like structures combined to make a larger home. </span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEEY14CUtH7k2TY3TQTkjIxbadYIKDFhpXx6AYitxLPaWEqL3FLHsgsFm6FPqZIJ5CpkYlvPFPDLwfaq6B3WWFfr0I9NYd9bSzrC1zOa7xHBetRlKCSJ6qj9u18Ij5OV0zfD1LGvw63FE/s1600/P1080338.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531059989878971218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEEY14CUtH7k2TY3TQTkjIxbadYIKDFhpXx6AYitxLPaWEqL3FLHsgsFm6FPqZIJ5CpkYlvPFPDLwfaq6B3WWFfr0I9NYd9bSzrC1zOa7xHBetRlKCSJ6qj9u18Ij5OV0zfD1LGvw63FE/s320/P1080338.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> This house/restaurant is really fun! All the decorative arts are combined in one building. We saw one family slapping the adobe on their home to make shapes. We could tell one shape was the alpaca.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf5XXR2XHAdmt-UU65eR_hKjstQ0R8AygqM9iI5vUpVmtsle_Bdy5yioreWLCdJefdLXTKTC9suYecIFE2OsxvHruwSCtDGCeiPN4UOUqIYdy7Y6suxbrbjFbehiYIfQJ2oMWvO7XZ4uQ/s1600/P1080389.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531058631158347938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf5XXR2XHAdmt-UU65eR_hKjstQ0R8AygqM9iI5vUpVmtsle_Bdy5yioreWLCdJefdLXTKTC9suYecIFE2OsxvHruwSCtDGCeiPN4UOUqIYdy7Y6suxbrbjFbehiYIfQJ2oMWvO7XZ4uQ/s320/P1080389.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Our Quechua guide told us this is a common sight--a kind of neighborhood project to get a tile roof laid before the expected rain.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDVxlUimOkxac26fkoKCqFOssu6twRJJfgVZ_WUGsMCjpDVCtImVgUV0uNrq_m3Op1B_kwbo3owh51HbnpskC0O_DnJcOPoS5akJnUXHk6shJ-td1gcWVRQ9UEhDXOgi-gjMZcgsVvp6Y/s1600/P1080434.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531058625232507218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDVxlUimOkxac26fkoKCqFOssu6twRJJfgVZ_WUGsMCjpDVCtImVgUV0uNrq_m3Op1B_kwbo3owh51HbnpskC0O_DnJcOPoS5akJnUXHk6shJ-td1gcWVRQ9UEhDXOgi-gjMZcgsVvp6Y/s320/P1080434.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">The white streaks are salt. Once the salt forms from the salt lake running beneath the falls, it rises and hardens. The it is cut into sheets and carried away for market.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj36WISv-IdOglJ028qGasjWIRB2ypG0bIxUw4mZP09xjgsUaLxCveIJIKHZ_eiaea6-FOFKDDadM64xfGDJYhszItZsNPm71tlB4MK_gKUDuaLGTr8B0Qvlf3nx6b_8U7-JEy3R1jyp34/s1600/P1080645.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531057326656204642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj36WISv-IdOglJ028qGasjWIRB2ypG0bIxUw4mZP09xjgsUaLxCveIJIKHZ_eiaea6-FOFKDDadM64xfGDJYhszItZsNPm71tlB4MK_gKUDuaLGTr8B0Qvlf3nx6b_8U7-JEy3R1jyp34/s320/P1080645.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> Houses cost little to nothing to build. The valley is rich in soil which makes good bricks and grows crops. These are bricks lying in the sun to dry. </span></em><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNgK0DJRNMdWuOtEMfww03ewLTRZJRCVXhOEZirCUCX9hA-Yr7E9x2kA6GOVD16gEt1uQpAwFvLCIzi9p24KlJu7mpEm3XK3fQBhYYQPXRb1cDornTxRQ1UvVzVa8pfWclkT0YhcKlnFo/s1600/P1080614.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531055822666799842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNgK0DJRNMdWuOtEMfww03ewLTRZJRCVXhOEZirCUCX9hA-Yr7E9x2kA6GOVD16gEt1uQpAwFvLCIzi9p24KlJu7mpEm3XK3fQBhYYQPXRb1cDornTxRQ1UvVzVa8pfWclkT0YhcKlnFo/s320/P1080614.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">The Sacred Valley or Valle Sagrada was so named by the Inca because of the rich volcanic soil which yields crops and the Urubamba River which runs the length of the valley all the way to Machu Picchu. Several varieties of corn are grown in the valley.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3mBFLAxnsZaU3BQq7lr8bn6lw2Lgav2ElNvYsji_2YW3fOJLqce47w-B4P60na12vFAQIUJ1dVze2djY6dDuOAr4uEq-IIp0zKNmt39UKQ7kF3kO6xOgTuDrpP2A7fsE5Q2bfARLT9Bw/s1600/P1080654.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531055813685971506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3mBFLAxnsZaU3BQq7lr8bn6lw2Lgav2ElNvYsji_2YW3fOJLqce47w-B4P60na12vFAQIUJ1dVze2djY6dDuOAr4uEq-IIp0zKNmt39UKQ7kF3kO6xOgTuDrpP2A7fsE5Q2bfARLT9Bw/s320/P1080654.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> Because of the tinted windows in the bus, the colors are distorted. This valley was like a patchwork quilt. The patchwork effect goes up into the hills.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzhsD7YWHL3dZCNqrA5-h1hJB7G12xciw0KzWn4D28sWsO7-SyrkEQbJ98F7IoXJRDMiFDhINypVueGaR55arBtvsq7PFKFlVXkz8lKZC3y0ZOxCVsjVWe6Jck5JwaanDqjSWAnEC0iGk/s1600/P1080421.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531054388343278066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzhsD7YWHL3dZCNqrA5-h1hJB7G12xciw0KzWn4D28sWsO7-SyrkEQbJ98F7IoXJRDMiFDhINypVueGaR55arBtvsq7PFKFlVXkz8lKZC3y0ZOxCVsjVWe6Jck5JwaanDqjSWAnEC0iGk/s320/P1080421.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Hyrum Bingham who is attributed with the discovery of Machu Picchu followed this river with his expedition party. The river is more blue-green than the picture shows.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDD9xCYMPeVchqcqYs6b1Bo9uhaC6cbhRQX5sXmKnRCTRWhVH8z5lQw4AnC9nv3egMBJy6AmbSW5ZFaw0oazzdxeDIpYKK5hyphenhyphenUPMUiUSHUqw1Npa28ViCMAmFJNJbXX2qIebsAvzljRCg/s1600/P1080392.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531054378809277074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDD9xCYMPeVchqcqYs6b1Bo9uhaC6cbhRQX5sXmKnRCTRWhVH8z5lQw4AnC9nv3egMBJy6AmbSW5ZFaw0oazzdxeDIpYKK5hyphenhyphenUPMUiUSHUqw1Npa28ViCMAmFJNJbXX2qIebsAvzljRCg/s320/P1080392.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000099;"><em>Many markets dot the route from Cusco to Machu Picchu. Our guide encouraged us to buy from the local people because their only sources of income are their handiwork and produce. </em></span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWYcC-7DaZszM4VKn22FMdXX5GRWP8cAZqRg5oRTFn4L-DzgX_C2xOefg4bK0Hikxdoo1pRexfqc63nrdwxqFH9TSE2ZCh9lHZoox1dxzdiFdXX8tdP5_Uo3aRbxrt2QuHGr-qDOrfXAI/s1600/P1080484.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531052940843774130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWYcC-7DaZszM4VKn22FMdXX5GRWP8cAZqRg5oRTFn4L-DzgX_C2xOefg4bK0Hikxdoo1pRexfqc63nrdwxqFH9TSE2ZCh9lHZoox1dxzdiFdXX8tdP5_Uo3aRbxrt2QuHGr-qDOrfXAI/s320/P1080484.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;"> The potato crop was in bloom with purple flowers. The color really doesn't show up well in the pictures, but the land was carpeted in purple.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO9WJY-O-bCyncWdX_aTUcRW5Z7owMuKjo6nkJjoI39KSgV4TqsZlM_bk9NIrQLPs0kKeVuh1HTNV2ZDEAMIpLLVWAPz-4fNFWErOXfWLVo_eYQLA_kP8ancpVZ9gq3vHp-HSyVV30jLI/s1600/P1080673.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531052931057978226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO9WJY-O-bCyncWdX_aTUcRW5Z7owMuKjo6nkJjoI39KSgV4TqsZlM_bk9NIrQLPs0kKeVuh1HTNV2ZDEAMIpLLVWAPz-4fNFWErOXfWLVo_eYQLA_kP8ancpVZ9gq3vHp-HSyVV30jLI/s320/P1080673.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">We wondered if so many bricks laid out to dry meant this farmer was in the brick making business.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuu4bUTz9rL3kiD557aD97mR3hvliAsmgTp0OLdfhVSG5hjns-f2VmoTsGmM_UUrOArKGE54CrcSAlvuoeUsIp1K3VhJAbr9ulBkprn5HQVmc_xNj_vbm9DgewBhyphenhyphenHP3nbGKETQTL-nW8/s1600/P1080684.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531051347260448690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuu4bUTz9rL3kiD557aD97mR3hvliAsmgTp0OLdfhVSG5hjns-f2VmoTsGmM_UUrOArKGE54CrcSAlvuoeUsIp1K3VhJAbr9ulBkprn5HQVmc_xNj_vbm9DgewBhyphenhyphenHP3nbGKETQTL-nW8/s320/P1080684.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">The roadside soup kitchen is a common sight as well. In every town, even here in La Molina and the other nearby districts, family run businesses like this one are allowed. In the health classes Stuart instructs the missionaries not to eat the "street food," however, because there is no control on quality or cleanliness.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLuVZ6GiG4NKBCroIFzDE80J2a_19AZEJD7et2AbLZFhywnKjfv7J-l6NTavKbs46ro0poCtc5EJ6XPYdtPDuRM-2KTH8WasrAIhBu3DBLIPf9aqJEu78OKG38W-62J1RhGJgYo7aCs8A/s1600/P1080700.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531051337730090754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLuVZ6GiG4NKBCroIFzDE80J2a_19AZEJD7et2AbLZFhywnKjfv7J-l6NTavKbs46ro0poCtc5EJ6XPYdtPDuRM-2KTH8WasrAIhBu3DBLIPf9aqJEu78OKG38W-62J1RhGJgYo7aCs8A/s320/P1080700.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000099;">Many markets like this one are really neighborhood co-ops, a few families joining together near an historic site.</span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLwUMBqozuBufbOFUKnFznfozmFWifxsY73DmhlOZ_lcaVz1guLbhWWC_CP2XgZuNhVzsxWCZGpesi_wyDAAml8yc57EOR7RFTVeh1pL06VCjB7tutZHUc0qnHLrX0-lv4agixJdJxDK0/s1600/P1080678.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531049629612028290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLwUMBqozuBufbOFUKnFznfozmFWifxsY73DmhlOZ_lcaVz1guLbhWWC_CP2XgZuNhVzsxWCZGpesi_wyDAAml8yc57EOR7RFTVeh1pL06VCjB7tutZHUc0qnHLrX0-lv4agixJdJxDK0/s320/P1080678.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000099;">Dad and I love this scene which was repeated several times as we traveled to the Sacred Valley--a shepherd with a dog, a farmer with his oxen, a child with his donkey--all rural scenes of day to day life. </span></em><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju-VoAWuavgJSYbJk79HsXbOzr2LN1Sn3lnjOxzzIVY6zPXcD0sV70ERMptMSI7LJtCQmifXVeMuUcbat8UVFlpkraECVfORqfQBvCTKbKedDqUBRi7QHUjxrjB-1gn2bVzWKfsk0n1TI/s1600/P1080598.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531049617311421394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju-VoAWuavgJSYbJk79HsXbOzr2LN1Sn3lnjOxzzIVY6zPXcD0sV70ERMptMSI7LJtCQmifXVeMuUcbat8UVFlpkraECVfORqfQBvCTKbKedDqUBRi7QHUjxrjB-1gn2bVzWKfsk0n1TI/s320/P1080598.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><em>On arrival, our bus driver entered through massive Colonial style gates into this hidden hotel resort. The flower pots, fountain, and white walls were just a tease of the floral paradise--cloistered gardens, rolling lawns with grazing alpaca and llama, fountains, lagoons, and all manner of stately palms, evergreens, and flowers Utahns know as house plants. The resort is another Blog...</em></span>Suzanne Slingerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345615438286075228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851910607816486991.post-89549643403607232882010-10-16T18:07:00.001-07:002010-10-17T00:16:53.321-07:00362 days of Sunshine!<span style="color:#3333ff;"><em>Dad and I flew to Arequipa, the beautiful city of white stone cathedrals and municipal buildings. The white stone is</em> sillar<em>, the lava flow from the three sleeping volcanoes which seem to watch over the city like sentinels. Centuries of eruptions have laid down quarries from which an endless supply of the glistening white stone is taken to create beautiful buildings even today. We didn't have time to tour the Plaza de Armas, the main square of 17th Century cathedrals, municipal buildings, and a famous convent which is more like a city within a city. We hope to return and have more time to tour. I asked our driver to at least drive around the main square as we were going from one hospital to another. It was a bit frustrating not to have more time. The whole trip was just 24 hours.</em></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSTdrHHFItB2DLJYkXjhodYz2PNuDXgXAKrga3NlqcNryR7R9I_AAsea8uIGvPaFpcy9cBCq3feFKHbk-3jfINAyOXX5NwDvJk_PEAo12ISIiSe1b0DzjlQkaUqaAh6RLhHYOCiwlrwys/s1600/P1080198.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528826875379797090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSTdrHHFItB2DLJYkXjhodYz2PNuDXgXAKrga3NlqcNryR7R9I_AAsea8uIGvPaFpcy9cBCq3feFKHbk-3jfINAyOXX5NwDvJk_PEAo12ISIiSe1b0DzjlQkaUqaAh6RLhHYOCiwlrwys/s320/P1080198.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"> Our hotel reflected the whiteness of Arequipa. The hotel was almost underground--it was below street level. We descended steep white stone steps to reach the lobby. The lawns and gardens are at street level.<br /></span></em><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb_VMvWV9XZ80jCGarhnNC6r8S1BUSzxIwSJolubnwC_NVeGT8Gn9ujjx2exoaLibEOvGJx9fXAiqzpUwzz0ZOkTHwKdFBLasMTFJIoaT6P6ThiX8N2R85IRGRg_MhrCu-RKJFp86k7Ew/s1600/P1080212.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528826874420420034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb_VMvWV9XZ80jCGarhnNC6r8S1BUSzxIwSJolubnwC_NVeGT8Gn9ujjx2exoaLibEOvGJx9fXAiqzpUwzz0ZOkTHwKdFBLasMTFJIoaT6P6ThiX8N2R85IRGRg_MhrCu-RKJFp86k7Ew/s320/P1080212.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>In between the meetings at the office and visiting the medical providers, President and Hna. Fernandez treated us (the APs, the mission nurse, and the two men who put together Dad's ideas for the new medical plan for missionaries) to a delicious seafood lunch. </em></span></div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvGCpW3_aiIF6gHwwzeBmYLfFmwzS2xmR_CZpRyoWeAyjZkVJRAE-p0skm6ARTxz6LcJpIXMBNs5toXSy2LVKK1aFUoyn9Bdadj5PLwlfKPFM2srsBHRVfsawZDtSJmeXHCiFqMb0zSgY/s1600/P1080213.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528826864537298930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvGCpW3_aiIF6gHwwzeBmYLfFmwzS2xmR_CZpRyoWeAyjZkVJRAE-p0skm6ARTxz6LcJpIXMBNs5toXSy2LVKK1aFUoyn9Bdadj5PLwlfKPFM2srsBHRVfsawZDtSJmeXHCiFqMb0zSgY/s320/P1080213.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Hna. Stoddard is the mission nurse (an outstanding one Dad says) and a proselyting misionera. Her mother was Dr. Lohner's nurse when Michael, Eliza, and Peter were born. She had already served a mission in Peru when I met her. You may remember pictures of Hna. Stoddard and me together when she was in the CCM, the only NA hermana in the CCM at that time.<br /><br /></span></em><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipiLIFb-gDc6pASzEUPy4CL3maXblfA7lTTg_BKxynR01YdT4Qf2c54LUC7aOZsLs4b46hEnniFcCGYOeC0vuDUFpBMWdzBYxPUaQMvVaZNQQAR27Hg1Mt8hGQGJdVwODCmyDufWKENoo/s1600/P1080210.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528824714646791874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipiLIFb-gDc6pASzEUPy4CL3maXblfA7lTTg_BKxynR01YdT4Qf2c54LUC7aOZsLs4b46hEnniFcCGYOeC0vuDUFpBMWdzBYxPUaQMvVaZNQQAR27Hg1Mt8hGQGJdVwODCmyDufWKENoo/s320/P1080210.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#3333ff;">The main volcano is Misty, pronounced "meesty." The three volcanoes are active but sleeping at the present time. The last eruption was early in the 20th Century.<br /><br /></span></em><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoQ4DdLXvViYd1EtZcB785IdCCeS96FXvdKL4ompXM8982hpO-DtgkfKt0YNiKthbe8a6m2B0H0Poc-WU0MLqpiY5XAaY73LJyWd1Ik5Hu7PqlcIJoZArW_bxMEwIb-i_sHdEmzzpGWVI/s1600/P1080197.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528824709429454210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoQ4DdLXvViYd1EtZcB785IdCCeS96FXvdKL4ompXM8982hpO-DtgkfKt0YNiKthbe8a6m2B0H0Poc-WU0MLqpiY5XAaY73LJyWd1Ik5Hu7PqlcIJoZArW_bxMEwIb-i_sHdEmzzpGWVI/s320/P1080197.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"> Because of the gleaming white walls, we did not feel as if we were below street level. Our driver told us the sun shines 362 days a year. Imagine the beauty of sunwashed white buildings nearly every day. In Lima it seems as if there are only three days of sun a year. <br /><br /></span></em><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSAXG60hV1MFcpZCHkRTPbAXUY5fFC0MoQR7sSfHNCJHW9L8KrdsNQcFJXSE_UAtydmcsVQVc7FZCTqLw7M1kLkqmiAWjiqL1LrUQTwlsx-IMhC_2TOpwGug9zNU3sdg9GvXye-aT-A-I/s1600/P1080201.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528817969437207746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSAXG60hV1MFcpZCHkRTPbAXUY5fFC0MoQR7sSfHNCJHW9L8KrdsNQcFJXSE_UAtydmcsVQVc7FZCTqLw7M1kLkqmiAWjiqL1LrUQTwlsx-IMhC_2TOpwGug9zNU3sdg9GvXye-aT-A-I/s320/P1080201.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#3333ff;">This is the entrance to the restaurant which leads out to grounds on three different levels. We at dinner at <strong>10</strong>pm, when we arrived at the hotel. The Peruvians eat dinner late--Roberto and Guido who presented the new medical plan with Dad are used to such late dinners. We had indigestion but it was one of the best trout dinners I have eaten.<br /><br /></span></em><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE67A783srDyWZ19JXSidaGTKGaQRSLhrjw2WwDJmmXVwQaoqXDXhQ6CFH7TjCcsHy628tZ3trd4fG16MfcLuf963rdXjG9_jKBne0JlQ0-E6eTkIFAFH8CqE9WvwhGun8ig4qLn8HaKI/s1600/P1080196.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528817965546975810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE67A783srDyWZ19JXSidaGTKGaQRSLhrjw2WwDJmmXVwQaoqXDXhQ6CFH7TjCcsHy628tZ3trd4fG16MfcLuf963rdXjG9_jKBne0JlQ0-E6eTkIFAFH8CqE9WvwhGun8ig4qLn8HaKI/s320/P1080196.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">The hand croched placemats were a beautiful white, again reflecting the white stone of the city.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"><br /></span></em><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyvthwq1yC8UigEgWlvgNnEm9UJnizyxtOK0V0B2e4Fj-QX86x0PALh8eIW30bFKtozBnG9AOWWV5Hk90CNc9aCnfmJGQRYBv3HE336jdMZ7nuNoGN8u0gsfBhLNyaCmSCxSI9aJXEHEM/s1600/P1080206.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528816628473797394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyvthwq1yC8UigEgWlvgNnEm9UJnizyxtOK0V0B2e4Fj-QX86x0PALh8eIW30bFKtozBnG9AOWWV5Hk90CNc9aCnfmJGQRYBv3HE336jdMZ7nuNoGN8u0gsfBhLNyaCmSCxSI9aJXEHEM/s320/P1080206.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Even the grazing llamas were white.<br /><br /></span></em><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimqGI-A_nYanVO8pr4MlxNaKhl-f6e8Yb_VeXAqPsRt3zue2WH59APUwaxszri4JLUgPIa9BpMOd_wPmrBKkLZLK98yDpsFz4WCe9ZSwK302fuJYRp8UnqB0deKgZqNMoVGAgbfMHdhSg/s1600/P1080224.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528816624418330786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimqGI-A_nYanVO8pr4MlxNaKhl-f6e8Yb_VeXAqPsRt3zue2WH59APUwaxszri4JLUgPIa9BpMOd_wPmrBKkLZLK98yDpsFz4WCe9ZSwK302fuJYRp8UnqB0deKgZqNMoVGAgbfMHdhSg/s320/P1080224.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"> We ate breakfast on the lawn early in the morning which surprised us because when we arrived the night before at 10pm, it was nearly freezing. The bell boy was wearing winter clothing and a hooded parka and gloves. We were so surprised to walk out of the room and find the air at 7:30am warm and the sun bright.</span></em></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Suzanne Slingerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345615438286075228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851910607816486991.post-42947692655732579902010-10-06T16:05:00.000-07:002010-10-06T17:23:34.003-07:00We Lived to Tell the Tale<span style="color:#000099;"><em>Graciela, our driver and friend, is on the left. The</em> <em><span style="color:#333333;">girl in black</span></em> <em>and she are making plans to meet on Monday to settle on the damage to Graciela's car. The</em> <span style="color:#333333;">girl in black</span> admits <em>she is at fault and will, of course, pay for the damage to Graciela's car...on Monday. The accident was on Friday as we were leaving to go to the North/West Missions' clinic. We were a half block from the Brashers and about four blocks from our apartment.</em></span><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie18z6EsLPIqwWahXwYXccEz-BoZ_ShJ5dMWyWtFmOfABD0QC5s1k6XshxeJaE7AkHAhYFveA9eMdiyg4GxxfixlFNkxh-4iWj4oLd3TovK4d9OP6_5KWJ-yjolootZ4-hEZfFXsiKgkY/s1600/P1080130.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525078240196053714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie18z6EsLPIqwWahXwYXccEz-BoZ_ShJ5dMWyWtFmOfABD0QC5s1k6XshxeJaE7AkHAhYFveA9eMdiyg4GxxfixlFNkxh-4iWj4oLd3TovK4d9OP6_5KWJ-yjolootZ4-hEZfFXsiKgkY/s320/P1080130.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#000099;"> <em>Graciela explained to us that getting the police involved is a no-win situation. First of all, she would have to pay the police to investigate. Then she would have to fill out endless papers, be finger printed, and lose precious working time. In the end, the police would let the investigation lapse--after a week, the investigation ceases no matter what.</em></span><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz1CeZ3v4e3ZTdKRpF4NUHHn5E0mWD7-VFprVcBKXVU4o08rjGjiMJ-8DtZv20TMN73zz_261i9LFZn_FtneJbN4IsI0VI0AH2I0up-rR_WDt1Sj-IFztgkwDfVOfXsoM2D9G5p3cM78o/s1600/P1080120.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525077332281069330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz1CeZ3v4e3ZTdKRpF4NUHHn5E0mWD7-VFprVcBKXVU4o08rjGjiMJ-8DtZv20TMN73zz_261i9LFZn_FtneJbN4IsI0VI0AH2I0up-rR_WDt1Sj-IFztgkwDfVOfXsoM2D9G5p3cM78o/s320/P1080120.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#000066;"> So the <span style="color:#333333;">girl in black</span> is left with this bumper damage. Her light still works. She is not required by law to repair the damage and she is not required by law to pay for damages. She offered Graciela the equivalent of $30 which Graciela wishes she had accepted.</span></em><br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBTmAlx4HN_-W7jxPORdjHX3xlDJpsbFkPUNRzqluGluOIVQX87z98b_hrwqS9DsPnfxGT5mED4urPbzBoqaAyRO_wqOv_eB1vS-Hr5lzPMomxXSOzCvwj7TTfOTP4GQIydXWkwyCzryg/s1600/P1080122.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525076477002636274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBTmAlx4HN_-W7jxPORdjHX3xlDJpsbFkPUNRzqluGluOIVQX87z98b_hrwqS9DsPnfxGT5mED4urPbzBoqaAyRO_wqOv_eB1vS-Hr5lzPMomxXSOzCvwj7TTfOTP4GQIydXWkwyCzryg/s320/P1080122.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000066;">The estimation to repair Graciela's car is the equivalent of almost $300. Dad and I were sitting in the back seat with Elder Brasher. I was sitting against the door. Sister Brasher, the Area psychologist, was sitting in the front with Graciela. The accident was jarring, but no one was hurt for which we are all grateful. We feel really bad for Graciela who doesn't need a $300 repair bill. Dad and I are helping her with the bill. Oh, did I mention the girl never showed up for the Monday meeting? She didn't answer her phone or return Graciela's phone calls.</span></em><br /></div><div><em><span style="color:#000066;"></span></em><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2mVq2Y1bxdSFV95Dv5EsDZ6VRNfb8eHFlrr2ZQReeD43QmEOsZfjuUocLa3-0Qv4-RzGSnGpe_fLMJCTdXIei1LKDL1QYg55lyKUYZy0FEwZIzlQfN5kJj_TUc9_PPM6QRajYMmJ8iuI/s1600/P1080123.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525076466577934738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2mVq2Y1bxdSFV95Dv5EsDZ6VRNfb8eHFlrr2ZQReeD43QmEOsZfjuUocLa3-0Qv4-RzGSnGpe_fLMJCTdXIei1LKDL1QYg55lyKUYZy0FEwZIzlQfN5kJj_TUc9_PPM6QRajYMmJ8iuI/s320/P1080123.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#000066;">This is the stop sign the girl ran--<strong>STOP</strong> is even painted on the street. Hello! The <span style="color:#333333;">girl in black</span> had a <strong>stop</strong> but she blew threw it. We have mentioned before that no one observes stop signs. No one uses the <strong>Left</strong> and <strong>Right</strong> turn signals. Left hand turns from the right hand lane are common, and lanes mean nothing. A three-lane highway turns into <span style="color:#000066;">six or more</span> lanes during the high traffic times. It reminds us of a zig zag pattern because buses, trucks, and cars are pointed right and left, trying to change lanes which creates chaos. Graciela is cool behind the wheel--she drives defensively. We feel quite safe with her...but what about all the other drivers, licensed and not licensed, including taxi drivers? So we lived to tell the tale once again. We really believe in prayer and we know we are being prayed for and blessed! <strong>Thank you!</strong> Believe me--we need the prayers.</span></em></div></div></div>Suzanne Slingerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345615438286075228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851910607816486991.post-40001449127119563362010-09-26T14:33:00.000-07:002010-09-26T19:19:35.489-07:00Senior Missionaries Take Lima<span style="color:#000099;">Kay and Jack Beals, Area Secretary and executive secretary, asked me if I would have a free Saturday to take the senior couples on a guided tour of Old Lima. Of course! Five of the seven Area office couples were able to join us. These couples represent the states of Atlanta, Utah, Washington, and California. The two couples not with us are from New Mexico and Nevada</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwLKwDE8sW8u90gGcW52fVyoK6fNQyzhfKYctLaMGLHv3rFEhU4TOobYwb91Im3EvfcQoD5F2rNEq_iiUMtswA06fk3Gz0buFKGeSWXugLLM4PA5znHbjKLpIXwBRUbM2Qre9PJ8-DAQs/s1600/P1080137.JPG">.</a><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521353603373314706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwLKwDE8sW8u90gGcW52fVyoK6fNQyzhfKYctLaMGLHv3rFEhU4TOobYwb91Im3EvfcQoD5F2rNEq_iiUMtswA06fk3Gz0buFKGeSWXugLLM4PA5znHbjKLpIXwBRUbM2Qre9PJ8-DAQs/s320/P1080137.JPG" /> <span style="color:#000099;">Graciela arranged for a van and driver to take us downtown and return for us later in the afternoon. We are standing in front of the gardens of the beautiful cloistered gardens of the Church and Convent of Santo Domingo, the order of the Dominicans.</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7QpLnQzy5wksMNUkNAWW11w8PBEcCXhlvCi5pKImq8fCm9-8UEMQC-m3Ps9BXMq2x1iztPWOsAHkJbRxpSJzzhBJTNTxXPa9eByD9WmWdGLRVbbju3wprVZfCIBJPv3dO0TKcDGz77yQ/s1600/P1080134.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521352905447544786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7QpLnQzy5wksMNUkNAWW11w8PBEcCXhlvCi5pKImq8fCm9-8UEMQC-m3Ps9BXMq2x1iztPWOsAHkJbRxpSJzzhBJTNTxXPa9eByD9WmWdGLRVbbju3wprVZfCIBJPv3dO0TKcDGz77yQ/s320/P1080134.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#000099;"> On our way to the Dominican Cathedral, we visited the original post office to see <em>the Chatsqui</em>, the Inca pre-runner to the Pony Express of North America. We had some fun with the photo shoots.<br /></span></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSDgmW-ehnTOcOacvn6oD-0CNw32eDmHUeNwlQaZO0UGxwj96e8CYsohV08bTIOyRvqHGfwpwqOXnWj1FXU4JZ1aJMqGHj3tSDpDbVYAKgj_9N6iEy25vFLIc3a8PvAe2hJeG2tJm_FG4/s1600/P1080191.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521352899867317794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSDgmW-ehnTOcOacvn6oD-0CNw32eDmHUeNwlQaZO0UGxwj96e8CYsohV08bTIOyRvqHGfwpwqOXnWj1FXU4JZ1aJMqGHj3tSDpDbVYAKgj_9N6iEy25vFLIc3a8PvAe2hJeG2tJm_FG4/s320/P1080191.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#000099;"> Barbra Brasher, the Area psychologist, received four phone calls while we were touring. We are on the Plaza de Armas with the Government Palace in the background. </span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9oo5joYvi4nouisqEDVRo1F3gBj4f8PN93Fqa5XJ6_J-nm2wHOW9lAWyereiEHZBvihHdl1_tjRf_n0kOwcHv1juG7i6Cpx1zsolQRufW_u1hszWhxkKrc-FeC6eXYCk4I0QfqQjUQx8/s1600/P1080192.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521352892183462354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9oo5joYvi4nouisqEDVRo1F3gBj4f8PN93Fqa5XJ6_J-nm2wHOW9lAWyereiEHZBvihHdl1_tjRf_n0kOwcHv1juG7i6Cpx1zsolQRufW_u1hszWhxkKrc-FeC6eXYCk4I0QfqQjUQx8/s320/P1080192.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000099;">Kathryn and Bruce Ghent are are cousins of sorts. Kathryn is the sister of our cousin Tim Hess's wife, Suzanne. They are standing on the steps of the Basilica or Lima Cathedral, the main church of Lima. It was originally built in 1551 of mangrove wood. In 1604 the first half of the church was completed after some problems which halted the work. In 1662 it was completed. In 1746 a great earthquake demolished the cathedral. The great towers fell onto the vaulted roof. Then, in 1751, the reconstruction began. The building is made of cedar wood covered with plaster.</span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi58sO7bprCCaW5vIjQ_3qunAHkDXPtyhzMfKxIytCNZebgHbBKbw64p4YCpYvbYhJ1LA9d31zRk5dqPZDMK0ugNrWuO5Ocpo9cQvn72JnhT_ruvyqf94IjX5FLUnSkAeLwFUIb1eUtgMk/s1600/P1080180.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521350179971073426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi58sO7bprCCaW5vIjQ_3qunAHkDXPtyhzMfKxIytCNZebgHbBKbw64p4YCpYvbYhJ1LA9d31zRk5dqPZDMK0ugNrWuO5Ocpo9cQvn72JnhT_ruvyqf94IjX5FLUnSkAeLwFUIb1eUtgMk/s320/P1080180.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000099;">The changing of the guard at the Governor's Palace was a spectacle of marching soldiers, horses, and a marching band. However, after all the pomp and circumstance, we did not see the actual changing of the guards who stand stiffly at each side of the front door for hours at a time. We imagine the <em>changing of the guard</em> is just a show and at some hour the guards simply are relieved by another crew.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqONc_F3XALmF4T2CdAhoxezTx4E9QYDLVdIEZwBZNrUh6ylXO0jKWqraXIclzPOogauFmp2oTFrrZjY-r0MjTre09P5zPiKNgF-oesobetYXDEh2yTzCwx4mimwJGTwsRjxeiP6hneFY/s1600/P1080175.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521350178372012658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqONc_F3XALmF4T2CdAhoxezTx4E9QYDLVdIEZwBZNrUh6ylXO0jKWqraXIclzPOogauFmp2oTFrrZjY-r0MjTre09P5zPiKNgF-oesobetYXDEh2yTzCwx4mimwJGTwsRjxeiP6hneFY/s320/P1080175.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#000099;"> The band performed a fairly lengthy, formal concert inside the gates before exiting onto the street in front of the palace.</span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj15f-o3Hc2TKnyhyphenhyphenp8HA-JET04kGXvyANpjfcAcSG2oA4KiMAnqRY3EeMn5v2hj2KMY3Zvdh1o31SsI33UYXU-AN9Z-vFA6kpJUlooo1O8DjWPMu3LM98GnZ3b6uLUWE_UtTg1S6qNTVE/s1600/P1080163.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521350168926896418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj15f-o3Hc2TKnyhyphenhyphenp8HA-JET04kGXvyANpjfcAcSG2oA4KiMAnqRY3EeMn5v2hj2KMY3Zvdh1o31SsI33UYXU-AN9Z-vFA6kpJUlooo1O8DjWPMu3LM98GnZ3b6uLUWE_UtTg1S6qNTVE/s320/P1080163.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000099;">Security was tight. The officer to the right was one of several who stood behind shields. Some were heavily armed and cradled their machinery. It was a little intimidating.</span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCp-BQZhGlyChs37ojPgrb_Ly_dqCoh0KUzpqU56m73ck9xLpoZ077Surjc76ekpNEBqZPoc9eRQWPXTecVqBAY7LxLi-ucvcQR4ldwK1FTx5rBTbIbU-Q483u6veQNV5fRHDzgEn-ddA/s1600/P1080168.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521348755614066210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCp-BQZhGlyChs37ojPgrb_Ly_dqCoh0KUzpqU56m73ck9xLpoZ077Surjc76ekpNEBqZPoc9eRQWPXTecVqBAY7LxLi-ucvcQR4ldwK1FTx5rBTbIbU-Q483u6veQNV5fRHDzgEn-ddA/s320/P1080168.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#000099;">Pizarro chose this site for his home in 1586. He claimed Lima for the Spanish Crown in 1535 and by 1600 his home was completed. The guide book says the home underwent several changes over the next 300 years until 1938 when this building was unveiled. Also, Pizarro had looked at other settlements for the seat of government, but he settled on the land near the Rimac River because of the access to the river and the sea for getting provisions into Lima and for getting the gold and silver he and his men <em>sacked</em> from the Inca temples out of Peru.<br /></span></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR_BzmmF1A7Z2LXeQUA5y23OL3kyz8ag6bI04s8-NHhaRTtl6GDwr-612E2xtcLzKpa25uyFfRKkQoCZ-ZldCPDJJYV4o4NF5MJ8R9PH0eEnes97euLkhQQmkpCntqiC9DzhtwtYUHKkQ/s1600/P1080158.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521348751421314498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR_BzmmF1A7Z2LXeQUA5y23OL3kyz8ag6bI04s8-NHhaRTtl6GDwr-612E2xtcLzKpa25uyFfRKkQoCZ-ZldCPDJJYV4o4NF5MJ8R9PH0eEnes97euLkhQQmkpCntqiC9DzhtwtYUHKkQ/s320/P1080158.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000099;">This horse guard was strictly for "border patrol." At the end of the show, they did an <em>about face</em> and followed the parade of horsemen, band and soldiers.</span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZL-I_4KhEmbSOktw4iaEjTc9tB_QwW5dQg58QH7OwzUG8OAebcfyWV_C3w-fZmc-6zvMVxdeAiU1mk9gtx7yfW4AdcFjGHfAri1gB76cu2YG-LkaaG5CSBUDxhoD6rW4_CNgJMcCF864/s1600/P1080185.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521348746090546018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZL-I_4KhEmbSOktw4iaEjTc9tB_QwW5dQg58QH7OwzUG8OAebcfyWV_C3w-fZmc-6zvMVxdeAiU1mk9gtx7yfW4AdcFjGHfAri1gB76cu2YG-LkaaG5CSBUDxhoD6rW4_CNgJMcCF864/s320/P1080185.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#000099;"> These men on horses were part of parade ceremonies inside the gates. Everyday at noon, the changing of the guard takes place but the program varies. We believe we had the full spectacle according to those who have come on a weekday.</span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSMSkxEtZvkewWPyzJpLOjrXu6G7jQE7-GIRtY4CXASgNN4eUk335rSmFOrNAtJA_9AEWeADkVkyxKmUsXJzBhHQ37zp4q6pBHGtJfeWLCdU0YNMulB5Gf-sTcv9rvmmBI_xZgBXHYhmo/s1600/P1080150.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521346367139534306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSMSkxEtZvkewWPyzJpLOjrXu6G7jQE7-GIRtY4CXASgNN4eUk335rSmFOrNAtJA_9AEWeADkVkyxKmUsXJzBhHQ37zp4q6pBHGtJfeWLCdU0YNMulB5Gf-sTcv9rvmmBI_xZgBXHYhmo/s320/P1080150.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#000099;">This pulpit is is made of thousands of pieces of hand-carved wood. The pulpit is in the room where the first university of the Americas was founded in the mid 1500s, the College of St. Thomas Acquinas. The guidebook mentions that the two side chapels have withstood several devastating earthquakes to make this cathedral the oldest of the three major cathedrals in Lima. Dad and I think it is the most beautiful.</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRHTwxRlpaFpChtdFqUp9TpbGKBvxXfT944e4vxaftCzWrMUs2m8ZRwBVF7OwvPxpV5I2G9720y5Bh4mGjo5lfnMYuuN6JfhGj3B_wM6TXyRnu5I0v1hmCpayNxjhYcVrZIAYkPzMjNww/s1600/P1080148.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521346362963027586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRHTwxRlpaFpChtdFqUp9TpbGKBvxXfT944e4vxaftCzWrMUs2m8ZRwBVF7OwvPxpV5I2G9720y5Bh4mGjo5lfnMYuuN6JfhGj3B_wM6TXyRnu5I0v1hmCpayNxjhYcVrZIAYkPzMjNww/s320/P1080148.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000099;">I took this picture from the cloisters of the convent and looking across to the cloisters of the College of Saint Thomas Aquinas and the interior patio. The pink stucco tower is in the background. The balconies are made of cedar wood.</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUi04pCrS47Q47o-bRTt1Wc3hyIB_QFAOKQb6q__GAzqdrZzq6-1okIiiMucG0dHDaaENPr0yZmI569lCHLg6cabpP9FMxklF5BhqA96AK6XtEnl_ZuozZos-dIiT5h1RsRyVZqpp77Cg/s1600/P1080149.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521346359816963378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUi04pCrS47Q47o-bRTt1Wc3hyIB_QFAOKQb6q__GAzqdrZzq6-1okIiiMucG0dHDaaENPr0yZmI569lCHLg6cabpP9FMxklF5BhqA96AK6XtEnl_ZuozZos-dIiT5h1RsRyVZqpp77Cg/s320/P1080149.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000099;">This young boy, a son of the custodian, was quite taken with us. He watched us quite intently as our English speaking guide told us about the importance of this chapel, the room where the first university of the Americas was founded and the chapel of St. Martin de Porres, a saint recognized for miracles attributed to him.</span><br /><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJGM-JPv9pOgbaena0GeuKAIvPCUFyQYFrWFXMXgYPGm_hMNIJueuJTQ8xk6uN_b4ZWK67-K0FDbWlc-7Wqexze0iWUR-voUM7yHQno69K851gHyuDxxUpEztt44QQyvrVK2OHubGWPUY/s1600/P1080147.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521344575394044258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJGM-JPv9pOgbaena0GeuKAIvPCUFyQYFrWFXMXgYPGm_hMNIJueuJTQ8xk6uN_b4ZWK67-K0FDbWlc-7Wqexze0iWUR-voUM7yHQno69K851gHyuDxxUpEztt44QQyvrVK2OHubGWPUY/s320/P1080147.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#000099;"> The convent library, the bibleoteca, could have been the inspiration for some of the scenes from Harry Potter.The ornately carved, dark wood interiors, the book cases, the choir loft and choir stand, are really beautiful. </span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiErxcPeTlD7z_puKMDPADSvhmE1F5Jrk8BPzU43LI6VFl6U5j22k8pHnfQGUO2plMQAAhaxNxXI0t2EFJ6QeifReOpdH-3z7HwXTqxCPv4P0n6pXQnbAWWANFvuz7E0MP3SN6emsT0Ay4/s1600/P1080146.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521344571030549362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiErxcPeTlD7z_puKMDPADSvhmE1F5Jrk8BPzU43LI6VFl6U5j22k8pHnfQGUO2plMQAAhaxNxXI0t2EFJ6QeifReOpdH-3z7HwXTqxCPv4P0n6pXQnbAWWANFvuz7E0MP3SN6emsT0Ay4/s320/P1080146.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#000099;"> Only the priests and students of theology are allowed in this room. I took the picture through the glass in the door. Look at the choir stand and choir book. The notes are in the Gregorian chant style and are large enough for the whole choir to read.</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzSgPI9ZmK01j3BNCOoP5EXX3XVmtZwkA2CSFpaeSKbmVHYs7mk5k1ulaTfASAZGe43hvpuTCVUuHGZBc2PpwrVd_10XVYT6CeU58BcTHZHZXnW3dpcxrLeGIvPyvaGOqEFx6XEohIdMQ/s1600/P1080142.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521344567589904962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzSgPI9ZmK01j3BNCOoP5EXX3XVmtZwkA2CSFpaeSKbmVHYs7mk5k1ulaTfASAZGe43hvpuTCVUuHGZBc2PpwrVd_10XVYT6CeU58BcTHZHZXnW3dpcxrLeGIvPyvaGOqEFx6XEohIdMQ/s320/P1080142.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000099;">This is another view of the cloisters and interior garden. A picture cannot capture the beauty of the roses and sculpted garden beds. </span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNrO545ZOrHssRdKyrElrMyapvERy5YjH6stXJ5zGVQDfnMxWa-KoT5P8XKiAbDrn4V6xV7aBIRZu1-P1QtI4IXpolOdNwM7dNJVg5h_uSpvyst4VJUzSogDr5WNj8oJGL-MtZPingo3Y/s1600/P1080143.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521342880152143266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNrO545ZOrHssRdKyrElrMyapvERy5YjH6stXJ5zGVQDfnMxWa-KoT5P8XKiAbDrn4V6xV7aBIRZu1-P1QtI4IXpolOdNwM7dNJVg5h_uSpvyst4VJUzSogDr5WNj8oJGL-MtZPingo3Y/s320/P1080143.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#000099;"> The walls of the cloisters are decorated with blue and yellow tiles from Seville and date to 1602.</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwO_BYypCHB1EvxxG-5Tj86sTEljlGRlthO_34l1TnTQu3HBBeQmNC4DZpIJJffyp_1IIXrwn2MSAaIj3DFp7C16vmpShblYKMKtSyXIzrWmDdPfaov5Fun3rh2R7joeIIR4_caqhzLvA/s1600/P1080139.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521342873804131186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwO_BYypCHB1EvxxG-5Tj86sTEljlGRlthO_34l1TnTQu3HBBeQmNC4DZpIJJffyp_1IIXrwn2MSAaIj3DFp7C16vmpShblYKMKtSyXIzrWmDdPfaov5Fun3rh2R7joeIIR4_caqhzLvA/s320/P1080139.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#000099;"> This is another view of the interior garden.</span><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikcD92AbiTXiUJe4QaVPt_8q71iMPZnSN4V50jkhbil4xHd9IX9TsNBANxUgRYOobuRSW1oovhlRKwEUvphgKz82dCmPtPebRYwuv57Yyb5P45qQp3qX_jRVX_Z1-WaDA1A4sX-6tZSi4/s1600/P1080155.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521341760512577026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikcD92AbiTXiUJe4QaVPt_8q71iMPZnSN4V50jkhbil4xHd9IX9TsNBANxUgRYOobuRSW1oovhlRKwEUvphgKz82dCmPtPebRYwuv57Yyb5P45qQp3qX_jRVX_Z1-WaDA1A4sX-6tZSi4/s320/P1080155.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#000099;"> Dad and I are standing in front of the catacombs or the crypt that holds all the bones of those buried beneath the church. Notice the tiles on the crypt. The tiles and floor are original to the 16th Century building.</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdrtK2qKAUgUWcGkBxL_t2ApF-dXk4xWj_TUmLDGqi56X2KcMbUD6y3yMCdRHGYidtdyz-76kb_feWgxvBZY3t51oyIsZkZ44l9d4qUeefga5GJVn0JCYgOOLlJQxQa5ZiomZwxW3gQ1M/s1600/P1080138.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521341748530829778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdrtK2qKAUgUWcGkBxL_t2ApF-dXk4xWj_TUmLDGqi56X2KcMbUD6y3yMCdRHGYidtdyz-76kb_feWgxvBZY3t51oyIsZkZ44l9d4qUeefga5GJVn0JCYgOOLlJQxQa5ZiomZwxW3gQ1M/s320/P1080138.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><span style="color:#000099;">This final picture is a close up of the tiles. Above the tiles are 16th Century paintings of religious figures, stories from the Bible, and scenes from religious history.</span>Suzanne Slingerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345615438286075228noreply@blogger.com0