Saturday, July 7, 2012

GOOD-BYE PARAGUAY....HELLO ARGENTINA

July 1- 3
            Monday we were on the road by 6.  We made it to McDonalds in Ciudad del Este in time for lunch with our missionary friends.  Midafternoon we crossed the border into Argentina and found our hotel.  The pool looked very inviting but it was freezing...only a few ventured in.

This is what a long car ride with us looks like.






on the ferry headed over to Argentina



Tuesday we went to Iguazu falls and enjoyed some of God’s amazing handiworks.  The weather was beautiful and the water level was up.

on the train heading to the waterfalls



devil's throat





 Julia had the best view of teh day...and the best ride




I love tis little guy
 chasing butterflies



 Can you spot us girls?



Friday, July 6, 2012

THE WEEKEND: Saturday and Sunday

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.” 

 carrying the meat out
Hungry?
 cow feet
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.

 Liz's host family
 Austin's host family
Drew's host mom wrote him name in chipa!
 Drew's host brother
makin' pizza
 sights of San Francisco
 Gracie milking a cow


Grinding corn
 sights of San Francisco


youth meeting



 Tara's host family






Yummy citrus season

Micah...wears his bathing suit and boots everyday