What a week!
Seems like every appointment we had planned/scheduled this week got canceled. So on Thursday evening I asked Joyce if she wanted to go on a picnic. Well a picnic in southern Perú is unique. There are no wooded mountains or shady quiet places to go so we got up at 6:00 am and headed out the door. It was overcast and cool, we walked for about an hour and a half to this beautiful spot that you can see below. At 7:30 am we were drinking red Gatorade, eating sandwiches, fruit and a even little chocolate. We have discovered there are trails all over the mountains here. We can't really figure out why the trails exist, but for thousands of years people have lived here and walking was /is the main form of transportation for many. It hardly ever rains here so the foot trails last a long time. We saw where someone had marked the ground with the heel of their shoe and dated it 1999. 17 years and a scuff mark is still in the dry dirt. The sands of time move slowly here.
|Our good friend Agusto Ore' stopped by the family history center for a visit.|
|Elder Peterson, Mayberry, hermano Julio and Elder Peña. After a family history training in Marcona.|
|This man uses his horse to pull a harrow between the green beans.|