This week I took Sister. Dille to my new favorite neighborhood veggie stand owned by Romana
(roll the "R"). She's a character. When we didn't have enough money last week, she said "Pay me later.
I know your husband." Dad said we must be part of the neighborhood now because we've got a line of
credit at the local store. ;) This time, I asked her to take a picture with me and some lady came up and
started talking pretty animatedly. I thought she was ticked off about the picture so I explained that it was for my kids
and that I have 5 kids in the United States and then she said, "Really? You don't look like you have 5 kids."
and then we were friends and she got in the picture with me and put her arm around me. Good thing I have kids -
it's a sure way to win them over.... Romana's almost invisible behind the table.
One
thing that dad and I do is call our seminary and institute teachers on
their birthday and sing Happy Birthday to them in English. It's a small
thing, but it means a lot to them and they all really appreciate it.
This week, when we called one teacher, he didn't answer so dad just
sent him a text and told him that we had tried to call and wish him a happy
birthday. Here's the text we got back a few days later:
"I am an
orphan of father, mother, and family. I am safe with you. You make me
feel welcome because I feel the warmth, care, and love you guys have for
me. You are my "parents". I feel your support, so good afternoon and be
happy forever, I love you."
I cried. We had no idea. We've been
friendly and nice to him, when we see him, but nothing out of the
ordinary. Just shows how much the little things mean.
That's the teacher on dad's right. He's 24 and just a little guy.
One
day, after dad and I had our walk on the beach, I took Sandi there to
see it for the first time. Here's our self-portrait and some shots I
took.
We don't know why, but it's unusual to see kids playing on the
beach. The people don't really use it for recreation. They see it more as a
place to get food.
Heavy wood canoes are the fishing boats and the
ladies on shore are hunting for clams. These aren't clams like we think
of, but the small little ones we used to call "butterfly shells" because
they look like a butterfly when they're open. They go to so much effort
to find these and each shell is maybe an inch long so the meat inside
couldn't be bigger than the nail of your index finger. But when you
don't have food, it's something....
We took brownies to the family
that had us for dinner and FHE and they were so excited. Brownies are a
big deal here.
On Thursday, Sandi and I took Isabel shopping for the
weddings that weekend but it was tons quicker and easier this time.
They're trying to save money and simplify it so they're just doing the
wedding cakes and store-bought cookies and punch. So few people have
ovens, they can't have people bring a couple dozen cookies, like we
might do at home. Besides which, no one can afford the ingredients for
the cookies, even if they did have an oven. Oh, the things we take for
granted...
Sandi and I offered to the missionaries to each make a
Texas sheet cake since they love brownies so much. We thought it might
soften the blow a little because there's going to be some disappointed
guests when they find out that there's no chicken, French fries, and
potato salad. When we went to the church to drop off the food with
Isabel, the kitchen was its usual mess with a bunch of unwashed dishes
and dirty counters, but this time there were like a hundred dead roaches
because they had just sprayed for them. So, Sandi and I helped her
clean it, which meant sweeping up the hundred roaches, rinsing dishes
outside because the kitchen tap wasn't working too well, etc, etc. I
noticed a cup of dirt on the counter and started to throw it out but
asked Isabel why it was in the kitchen.
It turned out to be their
version of Comet. You get the stove top wet, sprinkle a little dirt/sand
on it, and scrub. It does get the burned stuff off - along with some
of the paint, but oh well, that's how they do it in Africa.....
On
Friday, Sandi cut my choppy hair which was growing out in a weird,
'sticky-outtie' way. The layers were so hacked, she had to cut a ton
off to get it even. :(. It's the shortest I've had my hair in years but
it looks better than it did - which isn't saying much...... But I was
happy that she knew what she was doing and I got a fresh start!
Afterward,
she and I went capalana shopping because we want to have some dresses
made. We had fun! We got a little lost but it was nice to get out and
explore a little, cuz you know how your dad feels about shopping, and
it's not safe for me to go alone. (Don't those ladies look so happy
behind me??)
That night, we went to dinner with the Dillles at the
nicest hotel in town. It's where the general authorities stay when they
visit. We'd never been there before and it was really good.
There was a
mosque right next to it. It was all lit up and looked so pretty! There
is a strong presence of Indians here. They are the retailers and own a
lot of the businesses.
Saturday was super busy, like it usually
is. It started off with a parade, something we've never seen here
before. It passed right under our window and turned by our apt, so I
called Sandi to see if she wanted to zip outside and take pictures. Dad
and Larry were off somewhere so it was just us girls. It
turned out to be the 12 year celebration for a private school that was
started by a Filipino woman. We happened to meet the school's director, a
young girl from Portugal, and she told us all about it. It's not
cheap. Elementary school is about 5000 meticals or $1600 per year and
the high school is 10,000 mtz, or $3,333 per year. In a country with an
average income of less than $600 per year, it's astronomical.
It
stopped at the nice rec center across from our apt building, so we
walked around and took pictures with the floats. When we stopped at
this float, the guys jumped out and posed and then played the drums for
us.
The kids in the neighborhood went crazy and were running around
like mad, tearing the flags and balloons off of the cars and scurrying
off with them. We had one kid ask us if we wanted to buy some balloons
from him. We told him "no thanks." This little guy scored big!
There
were four weddings scheduled at the church that afternoon, but I had
scheduled training for my primary presidency. If you remember, I tried
this once before and not one person showed up. :(. In the President's
defense, she had malaria.... Well, this time I decided to use bribery, a
common practice in the country. I told them I'd make them lunch. ;)
It had to be something easy and portable, cuz I didn't have a
kitchen, but also typically American. I decided on grilled cheese
sandwiches and, what else?, brownies. There was a sandwich-maker left
from the couples before us, so I made up the sandwiches beforehand, and
grilled them there.
We started 45 minutes late cuz the
president was late. When they have to ride the chapas to get places,
you never really know how long they'll take to get there. I finally
decided to start without her, but she showed up before I started the
training video. Bear in mind, the president has only been a member for 7
weeks, in fact she was married while Chanelle was here and her girls
sat on Chanelle's lap during the wedding. The second counselor has been
a member for 3 months and the third counselor for just over 2 months,
so they literally know nothing. But I love these guys - they crack me
up!
They loved the sandwiches - grilled cheese was a new concept!
They're such goofballs! :) Love 'em!!
We
missed the weddings but went to the baptisms after the weddings. I
played the keyboard for it and the first counselor in Primary gave her
first ever talk - which she wrote during our training from one of the
primary manuals. (Baby steps, baby steps....). It was short and sweet,
but she did great. I was a proud mama. Then 17 people were baptized!!
One guy was baptized by his friend who was a new member himself. It
took him 5 times to get the prayer right and when he did, the people
applauded. Not exactly what you do at a baptism but yup, 'that's how
they do it in Africa'. I don't have the baptism picture (next time),
but here's a picture of the baptism clothes out drying on the lawn.
Sunday,
we were finally able to practice with the kids in the chapel. They did
great!! I was so excited because their singing has been a little iffy. So,
the plan is to sing in Sacrament Meeting next week. Crossing my
fingers......
I was talking to one of the boys in Primary who
was just baptized yesterday, along with his Dad and little brother. They
have a younger sister who's about 5. I asked him why his mom didn't get
baptized. Very matter-of-factly, he told me that she was dead. Poor
dad, poor kids! Sickness and death are so common here. The hardest for
me is seeing the children that are maimed or scarred from something that
would've been easily treated in the U.S., like a broken leg, but here
it wasn't treated correctly - or at all - and so they're maimed or
disfigured for life. It makes me sad. Life is hard here.
Well,
sorry to end on a sad note. Go back and look at the pictures of Luisa,
Feliciana, and Maria. :) Sure love you guys!! Keep praying for
us....and just keep praying, period.
I love you!