June
30-July 1
Friday afternoon we killed one of our ducks. Liz had that on her Paraguay bucket list and
we were happy to oblige. I’ve seen lots
of ducks being killed and I have to admit, this was one of the more traumatic
ones. Drew wanted to kill it and I don’t
think he knew what he was doing....at first.
But after a lot of yelling (mainly from us girls), Drew caught the half
broken neck duck again and finally put it out of its misery. We cooked him (the duck, not Drew) and
sampled together.
As if seeing the duck butchering wasn’t enough, we got
up at 5:00am the following morning and headed to a (cow) slaughter house. I’ve never visited one in the states, but I
imagine that they have a better way of corralling the animal in to position
than throwing dirt clumps and poking sticks in hopes of running it into a hole
in the fence. I imagine that in the
U.S., there aren’t dogs and pigs waiting in the slaughter house to lick up
blood and bowel products which freely run.
And I imagine that in the U.S., the blood and bowel products aren’t
covering every inch the slaughter house floor, a centimeter deep, and that the
workers aren’t sloshing around barefooted.
It was an interesting (non-sanitary) experience to say the least. While walking home Micah said, “I don’t ever
want to eat cow again.”
Hungry?
cow head
Some stuff the meat into their car trunk
Some come to buy fresh meat
The students played soccer Saturday afternoon and
attended youth group (where volleyball and a devo was involved). Andy found himself at our house just at the
right time to sew up a knee.
Sunday was the students’ last full day in San
Francisco. They attended church, played
volleyball, spent time with their host families, helped watch my children while
we went to Bible study and said their good-byes to those they got close to over
the last month.
Drew's host mom wrote him name in chipa!
makin' pizza
Grinding corn
youth meeting
Yummy citrus season
Micah...wears his bathing suit and boots everyday
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