Saturday, August 9, 2014

"The Hills Are Alive..."

 
"Julie Andrews and the Von Trapp kids...
 
Dogs who love us


Dogs who love us

Dogs who don't care if we live or die

Dogs who don't care if we live or die

Dogs who don't care if we live or die

The Street Monitor on HIS corner

Dogs who don't care if we live or die

Dogs who don't care if we live or die

Dogs who don't care if we live or die

Dogs who don't care if we live or die
 
The Sicuani Bus Station

Seat Belts Obligatory

How many kids can you put on a console with no seatbelts?

A really full bus...

Watch out Dan Blocker

Espinar Bus Terminal

Waiting for the bus to Tarcuyoc
 
 
Admiring the lamb

Getting to the Market

Cock a doodle do

Langui Lake



People not getting anything done because of a protest

Same as above, statue of Tupac Amaru II

Instead of learning to drive, taxi drivers hang saints from their windshields

From the main plaza



School roof progress

Buddies








Random Parade












 
 
On Sunday we made our early, 4am trek to Tarcuyoc. Our blankets and hand warmers kept us toasty and we slept pretty well until Sicuani, where we froze while getting our tickets for the next bus to Espinar. Once on the bus we thought we might have to wait but in less than fifteen minutes it filled all 28 seats. Then, a massive group of children with a few mothers and maybe school teachers came up to the bus. They began to pile in and before we pulled out of the gate, more than 45 people had boarded the bus. We had a good laugh at the sign over the door indicating that seatbelts were obligatory…

The sun finally came out and thawed us and the bus out.  We arrived in Tarcuyoc, where we had good Sunday meetings. They had low attendance because of winter break; lots of families were out of town. However, there were plenty of children for primary and they had fun singing, coloring and playing in the sunshine. It is hard to believe that inside the adobe “capilla” we needed our coats and sweaters and outside, it was almost too hot. 

The Hatun Mama prepared soup, rice, fried eggs and beet salad for lunch. It tasted great and we had a fun visit with her.
 
Our return trip was pretty uneventful. The bus from Espinar to Sicuani is always a roll of the dice. We never know what we will be traveling on. The ticket girl said we would need the two seats behind the driver because the bus was small. We bought our tickets and climbed on only to find that there was no foot space whatsoever. The space was filled with suitcases and bags. Rich went back to the ticket girl to change our seats and she was completely stunned that we told her, “Yes, we could sit comfortably with our legs under the other seats.” We think she thought that we were Amazons with our incredibly long, gangly gringo legs! We arrived home exhausted at 9pm.

While Julie was home Tuesday morning she heard continuous honking horns outside. She looked out the window to see a huge Greyhound type bus trying to go down the narrow one-way street in front. It had traffic backed up as far as she could see, and Peruvian drivers are not known for their patience. They honk at any time and thing, like they are late for a pressing appointment. This really makes us laugh because Peruvians are notoriously late for everything! The funny thing about the bus however, was the man hanging out the window lifting up the cables that cross the road so the bus top wouldn’t snag them. He’d yell “stop, stop,” and then wriggle out through a window as far as he could reach, to move the menacing cable, then dash back a few more windows and start it all over again. It was hilarious watching all this to the cacophony of horns.

Institute stared again on Thursday. Rich is teaching the second half of the Book of Mormon and this semester, Julie will help teach too. She will teach a chapter or concept each class. On Thursday she taught Alma 32 on comparing faith to a seed. She did a great job! Rich will also begin teaching a class on Isaiah on Tuesday nights. We are keeping busy.

We try to walk every morning and have yet to walk our circuit with completely dry streets. This is not due to rain as it is still the dry season. This has to do with breaking/clogged/whoknowswhy sewer/water pipes. There is always some place with running water in the street and we do everything we can to avoid it because, water running in the streets is never a good thing and the source is not always very clear. We see a lot of unwary tourists in flip flops, Tevas, Chacos, Birkenstocks etc… Taxis and busses go flying through it so we have to time our steps and distance just right to avoid getting sprayed. The water is just another obstacle in the “obstacle course” of walking anywhere in Peru. We have to watch out for holes and craters in the sidewalks, telephone poles cemented in the middle of sidewalks, waste from humans, dogs, cats, alpacas, donkeys, and garbage. If we want to look up and admire the incredible architecture of Peru, we have to step over into a “safe place” and look, otherwise we’re asking for trouble.

Rich had his Quechua classes during the week. His teacher, Charo, teaches biology during the day, in a private/Catholic middle school here. Almost all of Peru comes back to school after their winter break on August 11th. Charo’s school had planned from the beginning that they would begin on August 4th, a week earlier than all the rest. They told all of the teachers this at the beginning of the year. The head nun is very strict. However, they failed to notify all of the students and parents of this variation from the public schools, so on August 4th, 22 out of 44 students showed up for Charo’s biology class.  Half of the student body was missing in the whole  school. On Friday they had a meeting to try to figure out what to do next!

We are still without the internet at work, but we’re making good progress.  We took over 13,000 images this week. We’re trying to get a little ahead because our daughter Leah and her friend Kayla from university are coming to visit next week. Leah has been getting stuff to bring to us. Things like non-waterproof mascara to flaked coconut to oil paint medium. Things we just can’t get in Peru. We haven’t seen Leah for a year and a half, to say we’re excited is beyond an understatement!

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Fiestas Patrias, Pachamama and We Still Took 11,000 Photos!

Stairway to Heaven

Potatoes for breakfast

Cusco Sunset

Stars and Stripes in Cusco

Artsy Alley

Should be spelled Q'ollority... very enthusiastic doubling up the consonants

Apiculture distributor

One of our Usual Suspects... giving us a very large berth!

Fiesta en el mercado

Meeting of the minds

Pachamama confetti




We decided not to travel on Sunday because Monday and Tuesday were holidays for “Fiestas Patrias.” This is the Peruvian celebration of their independence from the Spaniards. We were surprised that the week leading up to the holiday was full of the usual marches and parades. July 24 is celebrated as Countryman’s day, July 28, is the commemoration of Peru's independence won by José de San Martín and July 29 honors the Armed Forces and the National Police of Peru. By Friday evening, Cusco was pretty dead as apparently everyone who can, travels for the four day holiday. There were no celebrations or parades in the main plaza on the 28th or the 29th. We understand that in Lima there are some celebrations, but nothing here. The celebration of Fiestas Patrias in Peru coincides with the winter vacation periods for the local schools as well as some businesses, so it was a quiet four days.

During the whole month of July, homes, office buildings, public and private institutions, schools, and restaurants display the national flag. It is obligatory and it is rare to see any of these places without a flag, they get fined if they don’t have the flag flying.

Since we stayed home and attended church nearby, we invited the Rhoades, and two sister missionary pairs for lunch on Sunday. We served roast beef and roasted veggies and the Rhoades brought some cut up tomatoes, cucumbers etc. We had a fun and relaxing afternoon and enjoyed our visitors.

Monday was a holiday so we didn’t work; we slept in a bit, did some things around the apartment and went to the cevicheria for a late lunch. We had a lot of fun. Before we left work on Friday, the guard, Jorge told us that he would be working on Tuesday so we could get into our office if we wanted to. We decided to go in and plow through some more books. The next big groups of books are all about the same size so we turned the camera so we could take two pages at a time. We are moving quickly along, and have a renewed energy to get this project completed.

Julie is teaching two more little boys English. They are the sons of the sisters that we buy our breakfast drinks and sandwiches from sometimes. The boys are Marvid (yes, with a d) 6 years old and his cousin Yahir who is five. They are so excited to learn, we’ll see how long the enthusiasm keeps up. Julie had a lot of fun working with them on Thursday and teaching the finger play “5 Little Monkeys,” among other things.
 
We  met with the director to give the archive another  terabyte disc of photos we have taken. We asked for an update on the internet in our building. He said, "You are not alone. The whole of the  department is without  internet and telephones." He went on to explain that the amount due appears to actually be about s./1,000,000. Each area is expected to come up with its own payment. As a result, we are at the total  mercy of the clash between the efficient telephone company and a bureaucracy that is in arrears. It does beg the  question, why the phone company waited for the  debt to become so extreme before reacting. So far we are working around the problem but don't know how it might affect our work. Despite this and the holidays, we managed to take more than 10,000 photos this week!

In a couple of comments on our last blog, we realized that we may have lacked a little clarity about some of the photos. While water is the universal solvent in our world, in Peru toilet paper is the universal napkin/handkerchief/washcloth/dishcloth/… At the very least everyone carries a wad and some pack their own full roll wherever they go. There is a chicken and egg question that doubtless, no one can actually answer. Certainly, it speaks volumes about cultural differences.

In our culture, when one goes to the bathroom, he/she checks to see that there IS a roll in the stall, while here, one finds where THE roll is located, estimates potential need and then packs along their stripped off paper with them. In more “rustic” settings, the aforementioned kits come into play. Using public bathrooms, there is an attendant who charges you for the privilege and distributes a set amount of toilet paper that also serves as towel for drying your hands after you wash up. Though hand dryers have come into vogue, most places use the more conventional approach.

In fact another Peru centric behavior that bears mentioning relates to this. It is the wet hand wave or wet hand shake. Most often, there is no paper of any sort in the bathrooms because they either ran out or never put any in there in the first place. Not so many years ago Peru suffered a devastating cholera outbreak that killed more than 10,000 people. Resulting from that and subsequent health campaigns, people wash their hands with a frequency that would have family members considering you for an intervention for obvious OCD behavior, in the United States.

Well, you see people walking in hallways, down streets or in bus stations, waving their hands to air dry them. Likewise, you will frequently get offered a wrist or even elbow for a handshake because of the lack of success at air-drying.

Another question that arose from the last blog had to do with the Christmas decorations left up since last December. We were questioned about our leaping to conclusions and maybe this might be just good planning for the upcoming Christmas season. For starters, this is Peru, well, really, for starters and enders I suppose. We usually consider ourselves lucky to get hours of notice to attend a meeting or a dinner. The concept of planning ahead is simply rare in Peru. So, we could be wrong but the final nail in the coffin is that we walk by that window every day and we have seen the painting since it went up last Christmas.

August is the “Mes de la Pachamama” (Pacha is Quechua for earth and so this is the month to pay mother earth.) Rituals to honor Pachamama take place all year, but are especially abundant in August, right before the sowing season. Because August is the coldest month of the winter season in the southern Andes, people feel more vulnerable to illness at this time. August is therefore regarded as a “tricky month.” During this time of mischief, the Andean people believe that they must be on very good terms with nature in order to keep themselves and their crops and livestock healthy and protected. In order to do this, families perform cleansing rituals by burning plants, wood and other items in order to scare evil spirits who are thought to be more abundant at this time. People also drink a tea called mate which is thought to give good luck.

On the night before August 1, families prepare to honor Pachamama by cooking all night. The host of the gathering then makes a hole in the ground. If the soil comes out nicely, this means that it will be a good year. If it does not, then the year will not be bountiful. Before any of the guests are allowed to eat, the host must first give a plate of food to Pachamama. Food that was left aside is poured onto the ground and a prayer to Pachamama is recited. They also sprinkle yellow confetti around the outside of their homes or businesses to protect them from evil or mischievous spirits. Consequently, there is yellow confetti everywhere on the sidewalks and inside the doors of restaurants, businesses and homes.