The White Rice Always Wins

I don’t know what is up with this crazy place. I have tried several times to avoid white rice in a day and, unfortunately, I have always lost. I cannot understand why it is SO hard to avoid white rice just for one day. Don’t get me wrong because I love white rice, but there are days where I just get tired of it and would rather eat something like noodles or even just skip the rice altogether. But no — we HAVE to eat it every single day. Yesterday, nobody had lunch for us, so we ate lunch in our room based on some food that we just had in storage and it was rather good. There was no rice-based food in that meal, and we almost made a whole day without rice. However, when dinner came we had rice with fried eggs because the Pachis are about out of money for the month.  It is a super cheap meal, but rather tasty if the eggs are undercooked and you can get the yoke over the rice. We were so close! But, that’s Perú for you!

The Pachis' cute dogs -- Mecano and Winnie.  They are looking sad because they wanted us to feed them.

The Pachis’ cute dogs — Mecano and Winnie. They are looking sad because they wanted us to feed them.

In addition to the rice goal, we also had another adventure. There were no baptisms in our area this week, so we kinda just chilled with the work helping the investigators that we had. Due to Santiago festivals and Fiestas Patrias (Independence Day), we couldn’t get new investigators. We tried, but they were all celebrating much too hard to even get close to wanting to hear our message. We also had to avoid certain roads due to some drunken fights. They were super funny and Torres laughed when a group said a word that in Honduras means “Mafia, come kill me!!!! hahahahahaha.” Seriously. It is not a word that you would want to say in Honduras. However, we both laughed and enjoyed seeing the festivals. We especially liked the loud singing and the dancing. But, it’s tradition and I LOVED it. Well, when we could get to sleep on time……  All the noise made me miss Gavin’s epic fireworks show last Pioneer Day. It was rather sad to not have any fireworks at all… I remember how awesome the fireworks were last year, especially the ones that almost burned up the houses on the street. I hope that it was as awesome as I can remember!

Saturday was adventure number three. We were both idiots and left our keys in the room when we headed out for lunch. We closed the room’s door, and since it is a Peruvian door, as soon as it is closed, it is completely locked. As soon as the door closed, I just thought “Hmmm better check my pocket. Oh crud… the keys are still in there….” I asked Elder Torres if he had his set of the keys, and he said that he forgot his, too. So…. we were locked out. We then went to ask the owner if she had the key, but her daughter said that she was out of town. So, we then went to lunch. On our way back to the room, there was a family painting the outside of their house with a small ladder. (I will have to send pictures of the outside of our room next week.) We thought we could use it to get into the window that we left open with the ladder. However, the ladder could only get my companion to the little flower pot area thing and the closest windows were locked. The other one was too far away. So, he got down after trying his hand at The Legend of Zelda sidling technique. He didn’t make it. So we went exploring a very celebratory Chilca to find a taller ladder that could make it to the other window. After about 40 minutes looking around, we found one about 5 minutes away from our room. My companion then used his climbing skills and his shoving-his-whole-body-through-a-window skills. We got in the room and he grabbed the keys. It was amazing.

After that long day we needed a cold drink.  Of ginger ale.  (Oh, how I love thee Metro grocery store.)

After that long day we needed a cold drink. Of ginger ale. (Oh, how I love thee Metro grocery store.)

Also, there is a really cool law here in Peru concerning their Fiestas Patrias (Independence Day). The house MUST look good and painted and each building needs to have a flag. I really liked how it showed their love for their country and patriotism. Even the chapels had to comply! The city looks great now and tons of people just feel better about Chilca. Really loving it here.

Anyway, that’s about it for the week. I’m super happy to be here and am glad that I am where I am. I love the work and I love my Savior. I hope that you all had an adventure this week, because I am off to another adventure! Love you loads!

This is the shirt I burned.  And, yes, I know that I spelled commemorate wrong... but that's what happens when you don't speak and write English all that often in a Spanish country.

This is the shirt I burned. And, yes, I know that I spelled commemorate wrong… but that’s what happens when you don’t speak and write English all that often in a Spanish country.

It is tradition to burn one shirt at the one year mark.  It went up in flames!  It burned much better than the tie I burned six months ago!

It is tradition to burn one shirt at the one year mark. It went up in flames! It burned much better than the tie I burned six months ago!

The charred remains of my shirt.

The charred remains of my shirt.

Elder VK

 

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