We made it through Sunday - better than Saturday when I kept falling asleep during Scott's explanation of the class to the students. I did realize one neat thing as I heard someone whistling - whistling is a universal language. What a nice thought for some of us trying to learn another language!
We went to pick up the kids this morning and only had five. (William's three, one of the twin's and a cousin) I just pray that some day these kids can find the gospel as adults and remember the brief time they went to church as kids. Kati had the flu they call the "gripe" here - respiratory problems. Her mother had given her some medicine before she left but when she coughed in Sacrament meeting she sounded terrible. The woman in front of us with a baby asked Scott is Kati had the gripe then she took her baby and stood by the door. I would never have taken Kati had I known she was sick She was sitting on my lap kissing my cheek so I suppose I may be the next gripe victim. However, the two lessons we went to teach all had sick people in attendance with the same kind of thing so we will see what happens.
We have made friends with the man who sets on a chair by the alleyway to William's. He scared me to death for months but started to warm up when he could see the little Dominican kids so excited to see us. Now he waves and smiles when Scott goes and leaves me in the car. I think the only reason they leave us alone sometimes is we have the kids with us. Sunday is the "everybody fill up you propane tanks for the week day. They carry these tanks up the street on bikes, motos, heads - I don't know how they do half of the things they do. One woman walks, pushing a stroller, with her little girl from down by the river to the church miles away. She is the only one from that area that I know of that is a member of the Church. Every Sunday we just wish we had room to put her in our car and take her with us to church.
We dropped the kids off and headed back to the apartment to have a bowl of soup, pick up our music stuff and head out to San Crystobol. There were many sick among the group but they weren't going to miss lessons. I wanted to break out a can of Lysol and some hand sanitizer but I didn't have either with me! These students are doing very well. Some are having a harder time than others, of course, but as a whole they are moving much faster than our other classes.
The traffic was not too bad on our trip back through the city and out to Oriental. All ten of our students were there - and on time! In three weeks we are ending the class and having a recital. Everyone of these students can play with two hands - it is remarkable to see what they have learned.
I am sure we have all been blessed - us to teach and them to learn.
It never seems like Sunday at the end of the day but it is nice to get home and have those five weekend lessons over.
We did hear when we got back from vacation that two groups of Mormon dentists who had come here to do free dental work had been robbed at gunpoint as they walked around the temple. That is a sad way to thank people for donating their time and resources. I am just grateful that our kids were safe here!
We went to pick up the kids this morning and only had five. (William's three, one of the twin's and a cousin) I just pray that some day these kids can find the gospel as adults and remember the brief time they went to church as kids. Kati had the flu they call the "gripe" here - respiratory problems. Her mother had given her some medicine before she left but when she coughed in Sacrament meeting she sounded terrible. The woman in front of us with a baby asked Scott is Kati had the gripe then she took her baby and stood by the door. I would never have taken Kati had I known she was sick She was sitting on my lap kissing my cheek so I suppose I may be the next gripe victim. However, the two lessons we went to teach all had sick people in attendance with the same kind of thing so we will see what happens.
We have made friends with the man who sets on a chair by the alleyway to William's. He scared me to death for months but started to warm up when he could see the little Dominican kids so excited to see us. Now he waves and smiles when Scott goes and leaves me in the car. I think the only reason they leave us alone sometimes is we have the kids with us. Sunday is the "everybody fill up you propane tanks for the week day. They carry these tanks up the street on bikes, motos, heads - I don't know how they do half of the things they do. One woman walks, pushing a stroller, with her little girl from down by the river to the church miles away. She is the only one from that area that I know of that is a member of the Church. Every Sunday we just wish we had room to put her in our car and take her with us to church.
We dropped the kids off and headed back to the apartment to have a bowl of soup, pick up our music stuff and head out to San Crystobol. There were many sick among the group but they weren't going to miss lessons. I wanted to break out a can of Lysol and some hand sanitizer but I didn't have either with me! These students are doing very well. Some are having a harder time than others, of course, but as a whole they are moving much faster than our other classes.
The traffic was not too bad on our trip back through the city and out to Oriental. All ten of our students were there - and on time! In three weeks we are ending the class and having a recital. Everyone of these students can play with two hands - it is remarkable to see what they have learned.
I am sure we have all been blessed - us to teach and them to learn.
It never seems like Sunday at the end of the day but it is nice to get home and have those five weekend lessons over.
We did hear when we got back from vacation that two groups of Mormon dentists who had come here to do free dental work had been robbed at gunpoint as they walked around the temple. That is a sad way to thank people for donating their time and resources. I am just grateful that our kids were safe here!
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