Tortas and toasts

There have been a lot of birthdays and celebrations in the last two months.


Anibal - January 20
Chandra - January 24
Anna Lucia (Marta's mom) - February 11
Raquel - February 15
48 Anniversary of Armando and Raquel (my in-laws) - February 26
Aunt Mely - February 27

 

 

 

New year

What have I gone and done?

I married an international man!  We are going around the world.  I have been on a sabbatical for 6 months now - to Italy, Sweden, Spain and Peru.  This man goes beyond the bounds of my little nicely packed world of Utah.

Fireworks in Lima Peru

I can imagine what life might be like, but I get a feeling that the possibilities are beyond my imaginations.  My vision is so limited and finite.  I am glad there are no limits.  I am glad it is beyond my creating, my thinking is so small.  

  Now we are two, our lives combined, our pathway one.  We are a team, a powerful partnership, establishing a foundation of love and faith.  Seeking God's will.  Letting go of my vision, I sit on the brink of my future.

Busses

There is a bus ride, we try to avoid if possible, but to some places, the yellow bus is the only one to take. To Tia Violetta's or the Zoo.  The ride, just over an hour, past the Volvo (the busiest horn honking, crazy drivers intersection), the mountain of houses. We take our seat in the back of the bus, where the husband can stretch out his long Peruvian legs. The back is bouncier over the pot-holed street. I get a window seat, a seat to watch those get on and off the bus. I put my head phones in to listen to familiar music or a BYU devotional to try and block out the sound.

 

Riding the bus in Peru, as one writer put it, at times defies the law of gravity.  With your community of fellow bus riders, gritting their teeth against the bumps and movement of the bus, we are in the hands of the driver. Has he ever been a rider?  I wonder sometimes the way he rushes ahead, trying to pass others just to come to a screeching halt at the lift of an arm at the next corner.  Does he know what it is like when you cannot firmly plant  your feet in a shoulder width stance of stability; because there are too many feet?  Maybe he understands that with the press of bodies, no one is going anywhere.

 

Mercado Ceres

The market. 

A photographers heaven.  The sights and sounds are so stimulating with color, smell and noise. Foreign to clean packaged supermarkets I am used to.

 

Look closely, those are dead whole chickens. I have never seen the insides of a chicken; I am ready for chicken anatomy 101.  You choose your chicken and they butcher it the way you want right before your eyes.  Quick hacks get rid of toe nails for those who like to eat the feet. 

Today it is full of people making purchases for Christmas.

We buy two gifts for the kids downstairs, some figs and for our present - a mirror.  He walked through the market with this, offering to sell it for more than he bought it for.  No takers...it is ours. 

 

Lima, Peru

New husband, family, another country, faith walking...


First meeting

Thanksgiving

Uncle Leoncio's birthday

Cousins

Cousins on Raquel's side