No, I did not write that “Angles” the first time… silly Spanish ruining my English… I’m just going to cry in the corner… (Note from Mom — he misspelled it as”Harold” and didn’t catch it.)
Anyway… It is Christmas time here in Peru! There was a stake Christmas devotional yesterday, and we got roped into singing twice. That was pretty fun. Like I said a few weeks ago, there isn’t really that much of a difference here in Huancayo. It appears that there isn’t quite enough money in the budgets for Christmas decorations. However, the Spirt of Christ(mas) is in full swing! Many people are getting close to Christ and are really becoming better people. That’s better than decorations right? Well, it sure is better, but I think it would be nice to see the epic light displays like we have back at home. Well, traditions are traditions.
This week has been a pretty good week. Not a whole lot to report since it was Week 6 of the transfer. Just getting things ready for the next missionary that comes in if I get transferred on Wednesday. I’ve been here for six months, and I’m almost certain that I’ll be leaving on Wednesday. I’ll be pretty surprised if I get to stay in awesome Chilca. I have no idea where I’ll go, but I imagine that it will be quite the adventure. I’m totally ready for a change, the only constant in this mortal life (well, unless you’re talking about many of the physical laws… but that’s another story).
This week we had some cool experiences. Well, one of them wasn’t so cool. On Friday night, we here a knocking at the door on the first floor at 10:30. They wouldn’t go away, so I looked out the window (mistake #1). I saw a truck out the window with a small family knocking on the door. They told me that the owner of the house was waiting for them and that he was going to let them move in. Now, the owner is from the “chacra” (countryside) which means that he rises and sets with the sun even though he’s pretty old. In Huancayo the sun goes down at 6:30 all year long. He was fast asleep. They begged me to knock on the door of his room. So I did it. “He’s not answering. He’s asleep. Don’t you know what time it is?” “Knock harder! He’s waiting for us to move in.” All right, I thought, I’ll knock on the door and wake up the owner. He answers the door and I just tell him, “It’s for you” and go back to the room. For an hour after that we heard lots of shouting and things being moved. It made it hard to sleep. And to top it off… remember how I said that the owner is a “chacra”-man? Well, he got up at 5:30 (which is when the sun is up here in Huancayo every morning) and started cutting wood with the loudest saw I have ever heard in my life. It was awesome!
Anyway, that’s it for the week. I’m excited for transfers! Hope you all have a great adventure because I’m off to have my own — the zoo today where they have lions!
With many llamas, David