Here it is Sunday evening and I haven't blogged for a few days. On Friday we went to Spanish classes, washed clothes, cooked food and went out to dinner with the Ruckers, the Marinos, and the Ewells. They are all great company and fun to be with. It is just amazing here because there is an instant connection with the other senior missionaries - it seems like you have been friends forever!
And maybe we have...
On Saturday we had our normal busy day driving from on side of this huge city to the other teaching lessons. This must be the rainy season here because it has rained every day for a week.
At least it keeps it from getting soooooo hot! Some of our classes have been small because the kids that have to walk miles to get to the lessons do not come out in the torrential rain storms we have had.
The rain hitting the roofs of the churches is so loud you can't even here someone talking. The amazing thing is every time we have had to carry keyboards in and out of churches, it has quit raining for a few minutes then starts up again. More like a tender mercy than a coincidence I would say. Especially since the tecladas are all in cardboard boxes.
Now here it is Sunday. We didn't go take the kids to church because we wanted to go listen to Stephanie play in her ward. Her Bishop actually called and asked us to come because she was playing. I just love her. She doesn't have much support, if any, at home. When she first started our music class she looked so sad but as she started to pick up playing and feeling good about what she was doing, her countenance changed and she began interacting with the other girls in the class. She is a much happier looking young woman now. We are so glad the Bishop took the time to call and let us know. Even better because the keyboard they had in the church would not work so Scott went out to the "traveling music van" and got a keyboard for her to play on! We got to meet her mother.
We left there and got to come home for a good hour before leaving for San Cristobal. We had talked about having a recital there but wanted to give them a few more months. The Bishop wanted to do it in connection with their ward conference in May. When Scott told him that we usually ended our class with the recital his mouth just fell open. Well he ended up telling the Bishop that we would still come out and help them. With the Bishop's reaction all of a sudden it just hit me that we would be saying goodbye to this group of students sooner than I had expected. It was all I could do for the entire hour and a half not to cry. We love these people. They have been so welcoming and friendly, and excited about learning. I am such a wuss ( Scott and I were discussing just how to spell that word on the way home).
So I fought back tears all the way to Oriental! Grateful that I am not so attached to this new group of students. Sad thing is by the time we are ready to leave I will feel the same way about them. I am just very grateful to have a wonderful family to come home to!
There are 24 students in this Oriental class. We wanted to split them up because they would get so little individual help plus with their ten tecladas and our twelve we need many tables to set them up on and they have one 8' table. We will have to see what happens. There is a 16 year old boy in the class that reminds me so much of Scott when he was young. Handsome, confident, and a personality like Scott's. Helps me remember that we were once young!! Sooo many years ago.
When we pulled into the parking lot for our building Tati's car was there. And sure enough, when we got out of the car she was waiting for us with open arms! She went to Columbia with her daughter but said she has been back for a month but we have never been home when she has come.
It was so good to see her. She wants to know why we can't go home and visit our kids and come back here to live. She is such a good woman.
Elder Yturralde has been very sick with diverticulitis. He is finally starting to look like he is going to live.
The trees and shrubs and flowers here are beautiful. These are two of the trees we passed going out of town:
There is so much beauty in this country!
And maybe we have...
On Saturday we had our normal busy day driving from on side of this huge city to the other teaching lessons. This must be the rainy season here because it has rained every day for a week.
At least it keeps it from getting soooooo hot! Some of our classes have been small because the kids that have to walk miles to get to the lessons do not come out in the torrential rain storms we have had.
The rain hitting the roofs of the churches is so loud you can't even here someone talking. The amazing thing is every time we have had to carry keyboards in and out of churches, it has quit raining for a few minutes then starts up again. More like a tender mercy than a coincidence I would say. Especially since the tecladas are all in cardboard boxes.
Now here it is Sunday. We didn't go take the kids to church because we wanted to go listen to Stephanie play in her ward. Her Bishop actually called and asked us to come because she was playing. I just love her. She doesn't have much support, if any, at home. When she first started our music class she looked so sad but as she started to pick up playing and feeling good about what she was doing, her countenance changed and she began interacting with the other girls in the class. She is a much happier looking young woman now. We are so glad the Bishop took the time to call and let us know. Even better because the keyboard they had in the church would not work so Scott went out to the "traveling music van" and got a keyboard for her to play on! We got to meet her mother.
We left there and got to come home for a good hour before leaving for San Cristobal. We had talked about having a recital there but wanted to give them a few more months. The Bishop wanted to do it in connection with their ward conference in May. When Scott told him that we usually ended our class with the recital his mouth just fell open. Well he ended up telling the Bishop that we would still come out and help them. With the Bishop's reaction all of a sudden it just hit me that we would be saying goodbye to this group of students sooner than I had expected. It was all I could do for the entire hour and a half not to cry. We love these people. They have been so welcoming and friendly, and excited about learning. I am such a wuss ( Scott and I were discussing just how to spell that word on the way home).
So I fought back tears all the way to Oriental! Grateful that I am not so attached to this new group of students. Sad thing is by the time we are ready to leave I will feel the same way about them. I am just very grateful to have a wonderful family to come home to!
There are 24 students in this Oriental class. We wanted to split them up because they would get so little individual help plus with their ten tecladas and our twelve we need many tables to set them up on and they have one 8' table. We will have to see what happens. There is a 16 year old boy in the class that reminds me so much of Scott when he was young. Handsome, confident, and a personality like Scott's. Helps me remember that we were once young!! Sooo many years ago.
When we pulled into the parking lot for our building Tati's car was there. And sure enough, when we got out of the car she was waiting for us with open arms! She went to Columbia with her daughter but said she has been back for a month but we have never been home when she has come.
It was so good to see her. She wants to know why we can't go home and visit our kids and come back here to live. She is such a good woman.
Elder Yturralde has been very sick with diverticulitis. He is finally starting to look like he is going to live.
The trees and shrubs and flowers here are beautiful. These are two of the trees we passed going out of town:
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