Peru part 2

Pleasurable, Peculiar, and Perilous Peru (Part 2)

This week I will continue sharing some of our experiences in Peru.  I really could go on and on with this, as there are so many occurrences that would fit this title.  It would be far easier to enumerate the things that have been painful, normal, and safe...Though, as I think about it, to catalogue painful moments would require, at least, an equally expansive list.  But, normal and safe...These are adjectives that have been all but forgotten over the last three years.  Anyway...  

During our first year here, we traveled with our Peruvian friend, Elita, to her hometown in northern Peru.  Her little town had no hotels, no known restaurants, and no other tourist attractions.  We were in the heart of Peru.  Everyday Elita would take us on a crazy adventure to see some of the area.  I remember one morning walking out of the house to see the taxi in the picture below.  Now, it is important to understand that this taxi was not taking us across town to Walmart, but instead was intended to carry us, with our four young children, through the mountains on winding, narrow roads, bordered by shear rock walls and menacing canyons.  The trip would have been perilous in a four-wheel drive SUV, but we made the trip in this retro, red station wagon which, not only took us through the mountains, but doubled as a time machine, transporting us back to the 1970s.    

After the risky drive, we took a grueling 3 hour hike into the mountain to behold the third highest waterfall in the world...Beautiful!  Now, as you can see, it is a gorgeous waterfall, surrounded by picturesque landscape.  But with only slight exaggeration, I tell you that this picture almost cost me my life.  After the 3 hour hike to the waterfall, I was exhausted, and the return trip was nearly all uphill.  Beautiful? Yes. Worth it?  Ummmm.....   

When we returned home, we were exhausted and hungry.  Finding food for our picky kids was not easy and below is the fine, local eatery that provided our dinner.   

This is the stove that our hamburgers were cooked on.

This is the wonderful lady who cooked our dinner, which was actually delicious.  

The restaurant also provided entertainment for the kids.  All of this in a 10 x 10 room attached to the front of the cook's house.

Something that I will miss from Peru is the local convenient store (bodega) that is located on every block.  The one in the picture below is a one minute walk from our house.  These stores provide everything from vegetables to toilet paper to bill paying services.  Here the kids are checking out the ice cream selection.

Below is a picture of our roof where our kids have constructed many a fort.  We have tried to explain that they will not be able to play on the roof when we return to the States, but something tells me one of them will try.  After all, in the States the roofs have built in slides... 

Geoff administering his first baptism...in a swimming pool.  I mean, really, this is brilliant...as the following picture will demonstrate.

No, this is not mass, spontaneous baptisms.  This is godly stewardship of church resources.  Yes, same pool, same day.  The kids are always asking to baptize someone now...wonder why.

Really there are no words to describe what is contained in this video.  Now mind you, Eli was not aware that I was taping him until about half way through.  I found him in the room with the youth who were playing music and singing.  Eli approved the posting of this video.  In this respect, he is a chip of the ol' block, just like his daddy fearless and funny.

Pleasurable, Peculiar, and Perilous Peru (Part 1)

Over the last three years we have seen and experienced things in Peru that we will never forget, things that have been odd, dangerous, and enjoyable.  We wanted to share a few of those things this week with our readers.  They are in no particular order, and the anecdotes below are obviously a mere sample of the seemingly unlimited tales that we had to choose from.  Regardless, here are a few of my personal favorites.

After living in Peru for about 2 months, Geoff stumbled upon an Amazon River Raft Race while searching the internet.  Having the adventurous spirit that he does, he was immediately hooked.  He put a team of five together and they headed to the jungle to tackle the Amazon.  The team was responsible for building their own raft and floating it down the Amazon for three consecutive days (about 120 miles).  Although it was an amazing experience, Geoff confronted this challenge with a fever and after returning to Lima he slept for two days straight in order to recover from the grueling escapade.  

Our two youngest boys attended a small Peruvian school for the first year.  Although this was extremely difficult in many ways, the experience provided an insightful view into the Peruvian culture.  One of the things Peruvians love to do is celebrate.  For Mother's Day, the school rented out a small amphitheater, rented costumes for the kids, and put on a grandiose performance.  Malachi's class danced to Jail House Rock.  Despite the happy expression on his face below, he was not thrilled with the idea and I ended up sitting with him on stage during the performance coaxing him into dancing, which he did for about 10 seconds.  

Zeke, on the other hand, executed an amazing rendition of "One That I Want" from the movie Grease.  Below is the video.

It is quite a sight to see so many dogs, even homeless neighborhood dogs, in sweaters.  Now, I have nothing against dogs in sweaters, but I think it would need to be pretty cold for me to feel compelled to clothe my dog...I mean they do have fur covering their entire bodies.  (Although....Peru is famous for their hairless Peruvian dogs...Maybe the sweaters started with this breed and then people noticed the envy in the eyes of the other dogs.  Hmmmm...)  The coldest it gets here is probably low 50's, not exactly what I consider extreme cold.  The dog below is sporting a risque, off the shoulder design, while the other is modeling the fall hunting line.  You can place your orders at www.alldogsneedsweaters.com.

 While we technically live in the desert, you have to get out of the city to see the undulating hills of desolate sand.  We did just this when Geoff's parents came to visit.  After a 5 hour bus ride south, we hired a desert adventure company to take us out into this wide spans of wilderness.  We enjoyed riding in a dune buggy that felt much like a roller coaster at times and also engaged in sand sledding, a sport I did not know existed.

GIVE ME "S'MORE"

About three months ago, we received a team from the states.  We had planned for them to have an event with the community in Santa Rosa and share some good old fashion s'mores, you know, the chocolatey, graham cracker goodness around a bonfire.  They were to provide the dessert and we were to provide the fire.

As the day approached and advanced, it was clear that a fire was not going to happen.  Winter in Lima is not extremely cold, but it is wet and cool.  And, as Geoff used to say when he was in the military, you aren't cold until your wet and cold.  Needless to say, every piece of wood in Santa Rosa was wet and would not have burned with any amount of coaxing.  So, we had to come up with plan B.

Below is a picture of what winter looks like in Santa Rosa, foggy, wet, and cold.

Plan B included a service inside the church with music, games, and a message, all without a bonfire.  The new plan was to make the s'mores in the kitchen next door and serve them to the attendees...boring, I know.  But, again, the plan changed.

Below are a couple of pictures of the worship leaders and the message being presented.

As the team progressed with the service, I sat next door preparing plates of uncooked s'mores.  I had planned to cook them over the stove and carry them over.  As I was assembling, Elita came to see if I needed any help and suggested that we carry the burner (stove) over to the church and roast the marshmallows there.  I was thrilled with the idea, already wondering how I was going to roast around 50 marshmallows over a stove and get the s'mores to the church in their gooey goodness.  We all know s'mores need to be eaten warm to be fully appreciated.  The result of plan C was delightful.  S'mores are not a common dessert in Peru and marshmallows roasted over a fire are eccentric as well.  The Peruvians were amused with the entire presentation and willfully jumped in to help roast, especially the children.

Below are a few pictures that show the roasting and assembling process.

It was adorable to see the Peruvians embrace this all American favorite.  The look on the kids' faces was priceless as the marshmallows glowed over the fire.  And then again, as they devoured their sweet snacks and asked over and over again for "s'more."  We all grew up with this snack and, although I love s'mores, it had lost its allure for me.  Their amusing reactions caused me to think about what it might be like to have a s'more for the first time.

A few pictures of Peruvians savoring their s'mores

This story is timely as we prepare to transition home.  There are a lot of unknowns for us in the near future, and we have been talking to the kids about flexibility (i.e., not setting our affections on ideas or plans which could be changed by God or others).  One of our dear children has been externalizing what each of us is wrestling with in our own way.  He/she has broken down in tears every time she/he overhears that previous plans may be altered.  This kiddo has made an idol out of his/her imaginary future and is convinced that any disruption of her/his sovereign plans is tantamount to certain and extended suffering.  No middle ground, no reasonable consideration of pros and cons, simply her/his way or the sky will fall and the world as we know it will cease to exist.  (Please forgive the hyperbole and set aside the apparent insensitivity and harshness for the sake of rhetoric.)

Our anonymous child is simply expressing what the entire family is dealing with as we construct our utopian plans for our ideal future, avoiding the nasty details of reality and ignoring the diverse needs represented by a family of six.   We each have expectations, and rarely are all of them met the way we envision they will be (or better, should be).  We often think that happiness is just around the corner, as soon as the world submits to our wise and perfect ambitions.   We give lip service to God's sovereignty and sing songs about His loving faithfulness, but when His will infringes on ours, our reverence and joy are overshadowed by discontent and frustration.  It may be subtle, but we all do it.

What is the take home point?  In a word, flexibility.  As mentioned above, flexibility requires not setting our affections on ideas or plans which could be changed by God or others.  It doesn't mean that we don't have expectations or that we don't make plans.  Flexibility simply denotes the character quality of holding these expectations and plans in open hands before a sovereign and gracious God.