For those of you who have been here, or who have seen some of our earlier blogs, you would understand the photos. The water is extremely low currently. I would venture a guess that the water is roughly 20 ft. lower than it is during high season –which is a huge difference. When you walk down to the river, you see a nice green film covering the water. The locals love the water level due to the ability to catch fish easier.
Here are some photos:
We usually take the girls swimming the the right of this photo. This is all under water normally. It is really low right now.
The water is nasty and green. There is a pig farm up river. The water shows the results.
My sister has been working with the little kids since her arrival the first of June. Monday through Friday she has been going over words, numbers, activities and songs in both English and Spanish. They had been practicing for the first and only performance which happened to be at church. They sand three songs, I have peace like a river, When you are happy and you know it, and Deep and wide. The kids actually performed rather well.
This last Saturday, we walked to church with the preconceived notion that it would not dare to rain. I do believe even Kelly ventured to say, “I do not think that it has EVER rained on us going to church,” which were some famous last words. Church started out normal. The clouds started bellowing in from afar. The sky turned from a silvery grey to a tar black. The wind came first and then came the torrential downpour. The wind blew so forcefully that a house in front of the church actually collapsed during the storm (fortunately no one was inside).
Our church only has one wall –well technically it is only half a wall (it is not quite finished). Our little congregation stopped the service, crowded into the middle of the church, and hoped to wait it out. It was at this point in time that Kelly politely reminded me, “Hey Aaron, I think we left the back windows open.” Note: when the back windows are open during a rainstorm, water enters our room like a raging river.
I quickly located a scooter, jumped on, emptied my pockets of anything valuable, and headed for home. Scooters have absolutely no traction in mud. I skidded all over the road. I went from nice church attire to soaked and dirty in a matter of seconds. I rushed home was more like it. I pulled out the keys from my pocket, but due to my pockets now being full of water, it took a few seconds to get them out. After finally opening the gate, I ran to our room. I finally got inside, threw off my shoes, ran to the back window, and wouldn’t you know, everything was completely dry. There was hardly even a midst coming through the windows. The heavens were letting loose, but nothing entered our room. Everything that I had done was in vain.
I quickly changed; tossed my soaking clothes in the shower, put some new clothes, put on my boots grabbed my raincoat along with 5 others, and headed out the door. I decided to walk balk due to the condition of the road. By the time I got to within 5 minutes of the church, the rain had stopped, and everyone was walking back. Again, everything had been done in vain.
Here Kelly and Tatelyn pose for a shot after finding it easier to walk barefoot in the mud that in shoes.
Here is the house that collapsed.
Here are some ladies singing ¨Showers of Blessings.¨ It was rather comical.
Last year we were unable to celebrate the holiday because of the H1N1 scare, so we really had no idea what to expect. This year, with all swine flu scares aside, we went on as scheduled. The girls all participated this year. The school had each class choose some sort of theme, and then march around the plaza here in Santo Tomas. They decided to celebrate it on the 26th and proceeded to do nothing on the 28th –the only reason we can think of is because they wanted a longer vacation. A two week vacation was in order for the school, so the teachers decided to celebrate everything on a Sunday, as opposed to the actual holiday, Tuesday, in order that they did not have to come back to work during the week…
Here are some great photos of our kids.
L:R Ana Victoria, Gabriela, Sarai and Vanessa
Here are two of our girls, Briggith and Milagros (two middle girls in the photo).
Marcos is one of the Spidermen. I am almost certain he is the one upfront, totally releshing his role. You can just tell by his walk.
Here were some adorable kindergarteners performing their military role incredibly.
This last week some of our girls participated in a youth campout for Iquitos through the church. They left on a Tuesday and came back on Sunday. My sister was also able to accompany them for a few days –she came back early due to some food poisoning… I am not exactly sure on the numbers, but I would say close to 150 kids came from all over Iquitos –quite a feat considering there was an $18 entrance fee per person (which is a lot of money down here).
The days started early, 5 am, and then continued on until about 10:30 pm. The girls came back exhausted. They girls seemed to enjoy their time getting to know other Christians around Iquitos as well as feeling a closer connection to God. Here are some photos:
Here is a group shot. My sister Sarah with Maybeth.
A swim race in the pond.
Some sort of game. No idea, but it looks fun.
Last but not least, the bathrooms. They were just holes in the ground. Sarah could not get over it. Here, Sarah got to take a photo with a famous christian musical artist named Evelyn (far left).
So, last week I was headed to an ATM to withdraw some cash. I was fairly focused on my objective, so I ignorantly ignored the two men standing outside the glass door. As I approached, both men pulled out their guns, pointed them up at me and said, “Sir, can you wait 5 more minutes to use the ATM?” Like anyone else in that sort of situation, I replied, “Well of course. Take 10 if you want.” The gentlemen were changing over the cash in the ATM’s. I should have noticed the bright yellow armored truck parked out front, or how they were both in uniform, Kevlar vest, talking on their radios, etc….