June 3, 2008
May 25th we welcomed our first TIME (Training in Medical Evangelism) interns. God has truly blessed us with a great group of five girls. Four are from various states in the
Our schedule was thrown out on day one when one of the girls didn’t make her connection in
In Escobar we were welcomed by Andy and Lizet Bowen, missionaries with World Gospel Mission. They have just finished building a beautiful house in the hills. Andy is our former Guarani teacher. We stayed with them 3 nights. Lizet and I planned the food menu weeks before. I made all the desserts and snacks. Lizet and I made breakfast together and she either hired out or cooked lunch and dinner. The first full day,
Andy and Lizet Bowen with the interns
I got stuck
On the way to San Francisco
Our house with the mobile clinic on the right
We finally reached
The following day, Friday, we met at our house at 9:00. The girls survived their first night and already had tons to talk about – the power going out, the water that was currently off, the cows outside their windows, staying warm in non-insulated houses, going to bed at 8:00pm and getting up at 5:00am, eating different foods and drinking mate, ect. Tony and Jean, our team mates in
Stephanie giving an injection to an orange
The girls are divided in two groups. Group A saw patients with Jeff here at the house. We were thankful that people actually showed up since the weather was cold. I taught the girls to do blood draws and how to use the centrifuge. That night the girls went to an outdoor bible study despite the cold weather.
Na Mami, 64 year old believer (and mother of 17!) was one of the patients Jeff saw that afternoon. She came with severe abdominal pain. She has off the charts hypertension and uncontrolled diabetes. Jeff did an ultrasound and saw that her gall bladder was infected which is cause for immediate surgery. The family (with Jean and one of the TIME students driving them) took her to the nearest hospital (Caazapa, 45 minutes away). The doctor said that they needed to go to
Mobile clinic in Jataity
At 6:00 I was amazed that 20 girls showed up at my house (Paraguayans plus the Americans) to watch Mas Barato Por Docena (Cheaper By The Dozen). My house is not that big, so we were squished. But it was fun. The girls laughed all the way through it. I was able to meet some new girls which was nice.
Movie night at my house
ÑA MAMI’S FUNERAL
Sunday we met at Tony’s house for prayer service. Alisa (one of the TIME students) brought her host sister which was wonderful because she hasn’t come to any of our meetings. At 5:00 we met at our house to discuss our language, culture and spiritual learnings for the week. It was a sweet time of singing and prayer. At 8:00 we received a call from Ña Mami’s family saying that she had died in
Most of her life, Ña Mami has been as strong as an ox. She has been a widow for the past 12 years and is still raising many of her children as well as ‘adopting’ many others. Her oldest son is a leader in our church. I don’t know how long Ña Mami has been a believer but I do know that she enjoyed fellowshipping with other believers and loved singing to Jesus. This is the first death of a believer and Christian funeral in this town.
The Latin American tradition is to have a wake. As soon as the family heard the news they began cleaning the house preparing for the body to be laid in the living room and for a multitude of visitors to arrive. When we arrived the mourning and wailing had already begun. Irmalinda, one of Ña Mami’s daughters was especially loud. She was moaning and screaming and hanging on everyone that came to visit. We stayed a couple hours and then left. It was 11:00 when we got in bed. The night was very short night. David, the Floyd’s 3 year old, cried all night long and Jeff woke at 4:00am to be with the family when the body arrived. Jean relieved me at 7:00am and I joined Jeff.
Ña Mami’s body was in an open coffin set on top of a table in her house. Friends, relatives, neighbors came in waves all morning. The men sat outside (discussing politics Jeff said) and the women sat around the coffin indoors. Several of her daughters stayed by the coffin yelling and wailing and touching the body. Usually an appointed person from the community would lead the group in prayers for the dead and in the rosary, but at this wake, Jeff and Tony were asked to lead worship songs.
The wake continued all day (Monday) and all night. Today (Tuesday) we went to the house at 1:00. About 200 people were gathered, the majority non-believers. Again we sang loud as to be heard over the crying and yelling. It got pretty intense at times. Our American funeral traditions seem so cold to people here. They cannot imagine set visiting hour at a funeral parlor! I cannot say I blame them. After about 30 minutes several men quickly put the casket lid on, carried it outside and place it in the back of a truck. As they walked several women touched the casket all the way and were practically throwing themselves on it. We made a processing to the cemetery – some walking and some in cars. A mausoleum was built just yesterday (I saw the guy come in while she was on the table and measure her!). They put the coffin just barely under the ground and right then and there used cement to close her in. We sang more songs at the grave side. I think an instant peace fell over the group once the guitar began playing.
The Catholic tradition is to gather every night for nine nights to pray for the dead. Some of the family has asked us to be there to sing and read the Bible. This is an opportunity like never before. The group of believers has already gotten lots of questions. I pray that God will give them great wisdom to answer questions and that they will have opportunity to explain clearly about salvation and the hope that we have in Jesus.
Na Mami's wake in her house
Friday June 6, 2008The girls have worked with Jeff a couple mornings at the health clinic and a couple afternoons at the clinic here at our house. They talked about cyst removals, toe incisions, ear infections, and high blood sugars. They have gone out twice so far to a neighboring town giving door-to-door vaccinations. In the afternoons the girls have had medical lectures over at our house on the diseases that hey are vaccinating against.
The students had two opportunities to do two ultrasounds on pregnant ladies. The first lady, Ester, was two months pregnant but had started bleeding the day before. They saw the baby clearly but there was no heartbeat or movement. The lady was visibly upset when Jeff told her that she had miscarried. Jeff was able to pray with her and hopefully minister peace into her life (she is not a Christian). Two days later Ester went to Caazapa for a D&C. She was to be married in July but was only engaged after founding out she was pregnant. Since she isn’t pregnant now Ester doesn’t know if she wants to marry him.
The second ultrasound was done on a very poor lady, Zulma, who comes by often with mandioca or oranges and I give her clothes in exchange. Zulma is 29 years old and is pregnant with her 7th baby. Her oldest is 14 years old (which means she was 15 when she delivered her first baby!) but lives with another family member (this is pretty common). Zulma was still nursing Anibal when she got pregnant so she didn’t know how far along she was. Jeff was able to give her an approximate due date and tell her that she was having a girl. She had mentioned before that she didn’t want another child. I explained that she needed to be on birth control (free from the health clinic) and Jean even gave her 3 packs of pills she had. No matter what neither Jean nor I said Zulma insisted that she could not get pregnant because she was nursing. She here she is barely able to feed the 7 of them and she’s pregnant again.
Since Ña Mami’s death, the family has gathered each night to sing. We went tonight and Jeff played the piano. The people love the piano. They also love to sing, requesting one after the other. I wonder how many hours they would go for. Unfortunately no one else plays musical instruments and it hard for them to sing acapella so singing only takes place if Tony or Jeff are there.
Me and Sulma
Saturday June 7, 2008
Virginia at her confirmation
This weekend has been crazy with all our visitors. I feel like I have been cooking around the clock! Vonni and Greg, SIM missionaries in Guarani language class right now, have been staying with us the past couple nights. Then this afternoon we briefly entertained Steve Hardy who came
Gayna is the aunt of one of our TIME students and is a missionary in
Sunday June 8, 2008
Jeff teaching Psalm 1 during Sundays encuentro
Monday June 9, 2008
Today the girls went to San Ignacio to give vaccinations. They are really enjoying doing that. The weather has turned and it is cold again. It rained off and on all day. We watched our piece-of-junk car get towed today. It was in the shop several days while we were in
This afternoon Jeff taught a class on Catholicism. It generated a great discussion. During the month we have each girl scheduled to spend the night with us. Last week Kim spent the night and today Whitney is spending the night. It was our way of giving them a break from culture, feeding them familiar food, and getting to know them better one-on-one.
Rachel giving a vaccine
TAKING CARE OF THE SICK
Wednesday June 11, 2006
Tuesday some of the girls went to the health out post with Jeff and the others went to visit Na Tunia with me, an elderly shut in. In the afternoon we had a class on missions – the origin of it and our part in it. It was a great discussion. Jeff and put together several articles, had them bound in a spiral book, and give one to each of the girls. The book has four categories: missiology,
Today vaccination campaigns were kind of a bust. The nurses didn’t have enough vaccines and didn’t have the foresight to order more. People here do not seem to think ahead and plan for the future. For example, saving money is not heard of (there is no bank or safe place to save it even if you had extra) and talking with kids about plans after high school is futile (they have no clue).
This afternoon was clinic at our house. I again oversaw the lab work with one student while the others shadowed Jeff in the van. They did a sonogram on a pregnant lady and saw some cool cases – a guy with thorns in his arm that had to be cut out (one of the students got to sew it back up!) and a guy who had a piece of metal fly in his eye while welding (they haven’t heard of safety glasses here). I love watching Jeff as he teaches the students. You can tell that he loves sharing his knowledge. One of the students commented that he was the best teaching doctor she had seen. I am sure it is true. He is patient, shows pictures, and explains difficult concepts slowly and in non-“medicalese”.
Stephanie drawing blood in our living room
HOW CAN I BE SAVED?
PRAISE THE LORD! We just heard that one of Ña Mami’s sons prayed to receive Christ in light of all the singing and preaching that went on after her death! He went to his believing sister-in-law and without even greeting her (VERY uncommon here!), just blurted out, “How can I be saved?” She had the amazing privilege of sharing the gospel with him and he accepted Christ as his savior! Pray for Cesar in his new-found faith. He lives several hours away and we pray that he will be able to get plugging into a solid Christian group and grow in the Lord. We continue to pray for the other 15 siblings. About half of them are not believers. They have heard the Word of God now and are at a very vulnerable time in their lives.
THE GIRLSThe girls are enjoying their experience with host families and are learning cultural things that Jeff and I never had the opportunity to do. Whitney is staying with our round-the-corner neighbors, Mari and Ishmael Pena. In fact, the Priest is over there for dinner every night he is in town (Thursday through Sunday). He consumes an entire liter of wine and gets a little “sillier” as the bottle becomes emptier. We have been told by one of our believers that he tells very inappropriate jokes during mass, but the people laugh and love him. Very sad. I am praying that Whitney’s host sister will do something with us. We’ve had a couple opportunities for the girls to hang out at my house and she was the only host sister that didn’t come. I wonder if her parents won’t let her come around because we are evangelicals
Whitney with her host mom and sister
Alisa is staying with Lila and Claudio. They have a store at their house and he is the administrator of the health out post (even though he has a 6th grade education; he knew someone in he political circle). Alisa and her host sister, Marlene, have been reading the Bible together! Marlene is the one that came to prayer meeting for the first time last Sunday.
Alisa with her host mom and dad
Stephanie is staying with our front door neighbors, Oscar and Gladys (Stephanie is staying at our house tonight). Oscar is a teacher and Stephanie has plans to sit in his classroom sometime next week. She has been developing a relationship with Gladys who is a bit shy. Gladys is teaching her today to make a traditional bread called chipa.
Stephanie with her host family
Kim is the shiest in the bunch and she was place with the most bubbly family of the bunch (we picked families before we knew them) but it has turned out to be really good. Kim is Canadian and learned French in school not Spanish so she is struggling to communicate but desperately wants to have meaningful Christ centered discussions with them. They love her like their own family member. They wait outside at the hour she said she’d be back and rush to the car to help her out.
Kim with her host mom
Rachel is staying with Jose Maria (have you ever met a man named Maria?) and Florentina. Rachel was born and raised in
These girls are opening up doors in the community and I am so excited to see the fruit in years to come (maybe even sooner!).
Rachel with her host sister and mom
Thursday June 12, 2008
101 WAYS TO USE PIG SKIN
Friday June 13, 2008
Jeff teaching me to suture on pig skin
Saturday June 14, 2008
Game night at my house
TRIP TO ENCARNATION
Tuesday June 17, 2008
Sunday we went to prayer service. As soon at it was over a patient came by Tony’s house. He had fallen off his motorcycle and had dislocated his shoulder. Jeff and Tony tied sheets around their waists and the patient in order to slowly pull the arm back into socket (the guy was in so much pain) but it didn’t work. Jeff finally had to give up and urge him to seek care and an x ray in the next town. We ate a quick lunch prepared by a lady in town and then piled in the car to head to Hotel Tirol near Encarnacion. It has been a constantly changing plan as to exactly how we were going to get to the hotel (Remember we only have one borrowed car at t his time because the Suburban is in
Jeff fixing a dislocated shoulder
We arrived at
Monday we went to visit two sets of Jesuit ruins -
This morning we ate breakfast at 8:30. There is another trail the girls wanted to hike. The plan is to be packed and ready to go before we eat lunch at noon. We’ll leave right after lunch, getting back mid-afternoon to
Jesusit ruins at Jesus
Church at the Jesuit ruins at Jesus
It was a long day!
Wednesday June 19, 2008
Yesterday the group went to Kuarahy Rese for vaccination campaigns. This afternoon they came for clinic at the house. While at the house they got called away to an emergency. A man fell off the top of his big (wood hauling) truck. He lacerated his scalp and may have broken his back. Praise God he could move his legs but he did have a huge painful bulge in his lower back. Rachel is staying the night with us tonight.
Today the clinic was busting at the seams with patients. During this afternoon class time they presented cases – an infected foot, young girl requiring oxygen, pneumonia. Jeff discussed mission strategies and what other medical missionaries are involved in – rural outposts, hospitals in cities, mobile ministries, etc. Alisa stayed to spend the night.
Friday June 20, 2008
Vaccination campaigns were canceled due to bad weather (are you seeing a pattern of bad weather and canceled events? When it rains or if it is too cold people do not leave the house and shops close down.) Instead, Jeff gave a medical lecture at our house. 2:00-6:00 was clinic at our place. A severely malnourished 18 month baby was brought by concerned neighbors. The child was abandoned and left with a grandmother who does not have the resources to provide adequate nutrition (especially protein). The baby had a distended belly, swollen face and hands, dry cracked and bleeding skin, a rash over its entire body, discolored hair and fussiness.
Tonight there was a San Juan Day fiesta (a fundraiser for the Catholic Church) at the school. It was one of the most bizarre things I have attended. About 300 people (I got the impression that more people would have been there but it was cold) were eating empanadas, twirling caburre over open fires, and participating in the events. The “events” of the evening were definitely the focus. About 20 high school guys were dressed in white poncho type shirts, sheets/rags wrapped around their legs and their head and face covered with material (holes were made for the eyes and mouth). They reminded me of the KKK. They are called “kambas” which means a black or dark person. Because they were unrecognizable in their costumes, they basically had a license to act crazy and talk in high pitched voices. Not just anyone can be a kamba. If someone wanted to dress up on the day of
The first game was “pelota tata” (fire ball). A kerosene drenched ball was set on fire and thrown onto the field. The kambas played silly soccer and occasionally kicked the flaming ball into the crowd. Those that weren’t playing fire-soccer tried to climb a pole that was covered with soap. No one got to the top to knock down the bottle of whisky.
Next we watched the kambas perform in a “dance till you drop” contest (which in my opinion went way too long). There was even a guy dressed as a girl (stuffed bra and all). When the last dancer was left standing a bell was rung and a phony wedding ceremony was performed. One youth impersonated Atilano, our town Justice of the Peace and another guy impersonated the local priest (the REAL priest was actually the MC for the night and quite possibly laughing the hardest during this sacreligious event). The couple (two kambas) was kneeling in front of an altar waving a whiskey bottle and acting drunk. I didn’t catch all that was said because there were so many play on words and the crowd was rolling with laughter. The fake priest performed a fake mass. He made the sign of the cross saying in Guarani, “here, there, over there and over yonder”. Then he doused everyone with “holy water” (using a toilet bowl scrubber).
After our blessing, the “toro kandil” (flaming bull) made an appearance. A kamba with tent-like structure over him chased other kambas. Protruding from the tent was a pole with horns. The horns were on fire. Kambas took turn chasing other kambas. Two or three more pelota tatas were thrown into the action.
The final event was the burning of Judas (a stuffed scarecrow hung from a pole). The fire set off firecrackers inside of him and the people cheered. About 10:00pm people staggered home (some literally because of all the whiskey they consumed). Like I said earlier, this was a bizarre event and I really wasn’t sure how to act in response to it. I do not know the history of
Dance-till-you-drop contest with the Kambas
The firecracker filled Judas
Kamba kicking the fire ball
Women cooking caburre
ONE LESS PIG
Saturday June 21, 2008
Whitney and I got up before 7:00am this morning and went to a pig slaughtering at Na Justina’s house. When we arrived she cooked cocido (burnt sugar and yerba with more sugar and milk poured over…good but VERY sweet) on a brasero (reminds me of a camping stove with coals) for us to drink. Na Justina and her family found it amusing that we did not know the pig killing process and that we came all the way from across town (5 minute drive) to see it happen. The pig was 150kg (330lb). Na Justina bought it from our neighbor for 700gs ($175) two days before. A rope was initially tied around one of the pig’s legs. She was too strong to fall so they tied a rope around the second leg. She fell with a thud. The husband left at this point to work in his field and left the women (his wife, a teenaged daughter, a neighbor lady, and an 11 year old granddaughter) to do the work. The pig was squealing horrible cries and thrashing about. It took all the girls weight to hold it on one side while the mother stuck a foot long blade into the neck of the pig. She placed a basin under the wound to catch the draining blood. In a 10 minute period she stabbed three times in the same place but each time going deeper. Finally the pig became still and silent and the blood stopped flowing.
The women lugged the dead weight (some pushed and some pulled) onto a plank on the ground. They poured scalding kettles of water over the skin. Using a knife they shaved the pigmented black skin off until he was white in color. They worked hard on one side and then would use all their might to turn the pig over and start on the other side. Next they brought out a razor and shaved the all remaining pig hairs. Once the pig was whisker free they washed him with soap and hot water. They did such a thorough job. I was impressed by all the hard work. A man came from next door to do the cutting. First he cut off the feet and then skinned the pig, removing the thick fatty layer. When the pig was “nude”, it was rolled on its back, sternum cut with a saw and opened up in order to remove the organs which were placed in a bowl. Once that was done the rest of the pig was cut up and the meat chunks were placed on a wooden table inside the house. The whole process took over 2 hours.
Everything is either sold or used – nothing is discarded. Na Justina said that she will make a 150gs profit on this pig ($37). The pig fat is used to make many Paraguayan traditional dishes like mbeju, sopa and chipa. They also make shisharon which is fried fat (Can’t you feel your arteries clogging?). Whitney and I were offered some to eat and we very politely said how interesting it was (notice we didn’t say “good”). The head is sold for its tongue and cheeks. We often see people walking with just the animal head on their shoulders – tongue sticking out. One of the girls was given a pig’s ear to gnaw on for dinner (very chewy) by her host mom. Another girl was offered duck liver and heart one night (tastes like chicken???). The hooves are cleaned (thankfully) and put whole in stews. Now here’s the good part (that was written very sarcastically), from the fat and blood and intestines they make morcillo (blood sausage). When I left the pig slaughter, the 11 year old was carefully emptying out the yellowish-brown contents of the intestine. Fat and blood will next be mixed together and stuffed into the intestine. It will be cooked and served for dinner. Jeff and I recently ate morcillo. Surprisingly enough I think it would have tasted decent IF I hadn’t known what it was and how it was made. Jeff and I choked it down while the host and hostess watched our faces to see if we liked their daughters cooking.
I bought several pounds of pig meat: the lomito (the meat above the spine and in my opinion, the best cut) and a back leg. My total was 110gs ($27) for 11kg (24lbs). What I consider to be old fashion scales are used to weigh the meat. Various weights are used on one side to balance the meat on the other side. To weigh the lomito I bought, Na Justina had to use a 2kg bag of yerba and add smaller weighs on top of that. I brought my sack of meat home and Jeff and I began cutting the meat off the bone. We cut the meat from the leg in chunks to be used in stir-fry or shish-ka-bobs. The lomito we left whole to put on the grill some day.
Women killing the pig
Weighing my meat
Pig head, anyone?
Changing gears, at 10:00 the girls and I went to visit Alisa’s host family. I know her family the least so I was thankful to be able to spend some time with them. At 5:00 the girls and Floyds came over for game and pizza night. Pizza night here isn’t as easy as pizza night in the states. We cannot call Dominos, place an order and wait for it to arrive. I spent the afternoon making dough and preparing the toppings. I made 4 pizzas: (1) meat lovers with ham, pepperoni, ground beef, and onions, (2) pepperoni, (3) tomatoes, onions and chicken, (4) and a vegetarian pizza (one of the students doesn’t eat meat back home) with tomatoes, onions and broccoli. We played Balderdash. Our goal was to upset the current “hog-wash” champion, Whitney, but she won again!
Sunday June 22, 2008
9:30 was worship service at Tony’s house. Tonight at 5:00 is devotional time at our house. Jeff and Ryan are currently on the road to
Today’s vaccination campaigns were cancelled today due to lack of transportation. Stephanie and Alisa came over to interview my house help. In order to get credit at their schools for this trip they need to complete a paper. They have chosen to focus on psychosomatic disorders of Paraguayan women. They’ve collected information from Jeff (through patients he has seen), and have experienced first hand some interesting cases, and have interviewed various people.
Stephanie and Whitney went to school today with Ginny to observe. They were shocked at how little the kids did while in class. School begins at 12:40 with a ringing of a hand-held bell. The kinder through 6th graders line up outside arms length a part. The director says, “Buenas tardes” and the students shout in unison, “Buenas tardes profesora.” Then they are dismissed. Kids began taking their desks out of their class room and setting them up outside. The students began cleaning the room, sweeping and collecting trash. After 20 minutes, the students brought their desks back in to begin class but waited another 10 minutes while the teacher wrote on the chalk board. During this time the kids were out of seats, leaving the class room and playing with each other. The kids spent the next 30 minutes copying it down in their notebooks. Finally at 1:40 the teacher was ready to teach. They focused on the letter N and did two math problems before it was break time. Stephanie and Whitney commented that there were no books or visual aids, bare walls, and lack of order in the class. Our kids enjoy going to Paraguayan school. They have made friends and have picked up on a lot of Spanish and Guarani, for which we are thankful. It has also expanded my circle of friends to include the teachers. Because there is a definite lack in the system we also home school the kids in the morning. It has fun and challenging to be creative and teach to their individual learning styles.
Jeff got back from
Something the girls have said over and over is that they love their host family and feel that God placed them with the perfect family for their needs. They have really bonded, are having spiritual conversations and are even cooking for their families! Stephanie tried pancakes and found it extremely difficult to flip them in a pot. She next tried omelets with onion, peppers, and cheese. Paraguayan cheese is different though and doesn’t melt well, nor does it have much flavor. The family commented that our American food must be healthier for you because it doesn’t have salt (we wondered if he meant “taste” too). Alisa cooked pancakes for lunch for her family but they didn’t have any baking soda, so her pancakes were more like crepes. The family took one look at them and decided to wait until dinner to eat them. Alisa wasn’t home for dinner that evening and the next morning they were still sitting out. They never said a word about them. Rachel cooked spaghetti for her family and it turned out well (according to Rachel it was a “taste from home”) but the family found it quite interesting. They didn’t finish their plates and didn’t have many compliments. The host sister said that her throat was hurting so she couldn’t swallow the food. Later the girl said to me, “Rachel cooked for our family and used 8 (small) cans of tomato paste. That’s expensive!”
Rachel singing the hairs off a chicken
Tuesday June 24, 2008
Whitney said that she wanted to milk a cow while she was here so we found a tame cow. This morning at 7:00 we walked to the Na Adelida’s house and received a lesson on cow milking. After the four of us had a turn and thinking that we had exhausted the poor cows milk supply, Na Adelida squatted down to “get to business”. We realized that we were way too gentle. Man, Na Adelida pulled and pulled and got out more milk in 30 seconds than the 4 of us did in 30 minutes!
Milking a cow
Sunday one of the believers came up to me and asked if they could have a going away party for the team. I mentioned that I wanted to do something to thank and recognize the host families and maybe we could do something together. Another motive was to get the believers and the non-believers to interact together. At 5:00 (after class this afternoon) we went to the Floyd’s house. Tony grilled pork and the believers brought drinks, rice salad and mandioca. Each host families was there, even a few host fathers came. It was a wonderful evening of fellowship. The team publicly thanked the church and their host families for welcoming them and allowing them to share in fellowship. Each family spoke praise over the student and welcomed them back any time. The families also kept thanking Jeff and me for trusting them to take care of our friends.
Alisa and her host family went to another
Paraguayan women milking a cow
LAST DAY IN
Wednesday June 25, 2008
ROAD TRIP TO
Thursday June 26, 2008
Between 7:15 and 8:00 we picked up the students, drove by the Floyds house to say good-bye and headed out of town. All the host families were sad to see the students leave (some were crying). All the students received gifts from their host family - yerba, hats, a small pitcher.
For dinner we ate at the hotel and had a great buffet to choose from.
Friday June 27, 2008
We ate from the hotel breakfast buffet and then headed out at 9:15. We spent all day on the
We ate at Pizza Hut for dinner and the girls walked to an ice cream shop afterwards.
Devils Throat, Argentina waterfalls
Our group at the Falls
Tyler and mom
Waiting for the boat
Saturday June 28, 2008
We left the hotel at 9:30 and headed for
The next stop was in Aregua which is know for its pottery. The girls did some shopping there. Next, we stopped in Luque, famous for their silver filigree jewelry. The girls found some nice earrings, rings, and bracelets.
We stopped in
Church in Caacupe
To honor Mary
Sunday June 29, 2008
Tonight we had a wonderful evening at Arpa Roga. Paraguayan friends of ours built a cultural event center behind their house (where the husband’s carpentry shop used to be). We ate a wonderful asado (BBQ) with meat and sausage, plus a buffet with every typical Paraguayan dish. We were serenaded by three different harpists. One of the harpists played as his father sang and played the guitar.
Tuesday July 1, 2008
This morning I drove the girls to the airport. Jeff and I will hang out in