I just got back from Peru yesterday. Some things are just meant to be, and you don't exactly know why you were supposed to be there until you get there. Before I left, my home teachers came and in their prayer asked that I be able to touch the hearts of the people there. We stayed for several days at the home of my friend Maria and her family. I have known her for fifteen years. She is a very special friend. One day while eating lunch I began to talk to her cook Maria#2 about our church. We had a very spiritual afternoon. Two days later her seventeen year old son came to meet me. What a doll! Dimples just like his mother. We spent the afternoon with the four of us talking about the gospel. All the years I spent in the Spanish branch enabled me to say just what the spirit told me to say. So much love.
Cliff and I spent a week in Cuzco up in the Andes. A totally different climate. The first three nights at our $10.00 per person a night hostel were verry cold. Then we paid $10.00 a night for an oil heater that looked like a little radiator. Big improvement. We went on three tours by bus and had excellent guides every time. We rode bone shaking taxis a lot. We'd walk downtown and take a taxi back up the steep, steep hill where we stayed.
All we ever here about here is the Incas. That was a very impressive civilization and we saw many Inca ruins. But we also some some incredible ruins and evidences of many prior civilizations that predate the Incas by thousands of years. The Europeans might call South America the New World, but it was anything but new to the people who lived there.
I enjoyed my tiny digital camera, so easy to whip out whenever. I'm looking forward to getting to work on my pictures.
