Tuesday - Mummies, Stoves, & Cannons

**UPDATED WITH PICS!!

Tuesday was a wonderful day. We headed up the mountain with no tire troubles! In Carhua, we had several children waiting for us when we arrived. They seem to be excited about the lessons. Mary and Emma did a great job teaching about Abraham and Isaac... and Brian and Devon made lovely actors for the story! The woman who maintains the school was speaking with Juan and I, and as she left for the fields, she gave me the keys to the school building so we can teach, play, and have access to the bathrooms there. This may seem small to you, but here, the idea that I am carrying the keys to both the community center and the school is HUGE. We have spent three years trying to build a relationship of trust here. This culture isn't "innocent until proven guilty", but instead they distrust everyone until you earn their respect. What a blessing!! With the keys, I was able to take the team into the room that stores the mummies and other historical artifacts. I don't know why, but I love this room. Others might think it macabre, but I see history and ancestors (not to be worshipped - but respected) and lost skills with the pottery, etc. I guess it's why I always wanted to be an archeologist. Anyway, it was cool.

Jim Gilstrap joined us in Carhua and will be with us for the rest of the trip. His presence is always a blessing!! He brought a three-burner gas stove with him that Parkway had purchased for the school in Lachaqui. While the girls taught their lesson, Carmen and I went on a search to find someone who could open the building so we could deliver the stove. We walked up the mountain to homes I never even knew were there!! With the help of several villagers, we found a gentleman that could open the school. Everyone who was out in the plaza saw the stove being delivered, and were very grateful. I don't say this to suggest that we did a good thing... but given the lack of engagement we have experienced here, this was good for building trust again.

**note - I'm posting this on Wednesday, so we've already slept. Here in Peru, the Incas worshipped the Inca god. Then each village had a god, each clan had a god, each family had a god, and each individual had a god. Sounds confusing to me... Anyway, when the Spanish came to conquer, they basically held guns up and said, "Become Catholic or die." They converted. Kind of. Here in Canta, the village god was pleased with noise. Now, they say that the Catholic saint they identify with is pleased with noise as well. (see how well that conversion worked??) Imagine being sound asleep and then someone shoots off a cannon in your backyard. That really gets the heart pumping.  Then the local marching band comes through and parades your neighborhood for several hours while you enjoy a fireworks show. Yeah. That was last night beginning around 4:00am. The team is tired, but laughing about it. At least the band was good!