Hike

I took these photos before Christmas when I did a couple hour hike from our house with the boys.  We started up the hill, knowing that rain was a risk.  It always is during the rainy season.  From the top, it looked like we were going to be soaked, but the storms here travel like they do in Colorado.  Sometimes they look like they are coming right at you, and then they turn and follow another valley.  We stayed dry!  But unfortunately we cut our time short on the top as we left early expecting to get wet.  And poor David . . . I brought Sarah’s jacket for him instead of his own jacket.  You may notice that the raincoat looks a little small on him.  This vista is just on the other side of Curahuasi from our house, and it is not very far, less than 5 km.  The problem is the hike is straight up!  If you come to see us, we can take you easily, and whenever we get a car, we can drive relatively close if not all the way.

A Saturday in Peru

Today we spent trying to do some things for our home here in Curahuasi.  We have been blessed to be able to rent the home of a doctor couple who have gone home to Germany for the upcoming three years.  We have found the home to be very comfortable, but it is definitely different in comparison to homes back in Texas, and it is going to take us a little while to be accustomed to living here.  So today we made a trip to the closest town of significant size called Albancay.  It is a 1 to 1 1/2 hour drive from Curahuasi with incredible views.  You feel like you are driving on top of the world.  It is also incredibly curvy, and we were fortunate to only have one child vomit during the trip.  While in Albancay we ate at a good restaurant, shopped for some things for the kitchen, and contacted a local carpenter to have some furniture made for the house, most specifically a bed for Allison and myself.  We went with some missionaries who have been in Curahuasi for many years, and we were greatly encouraged by their generosity to us in sharing their knowledge, their time, and their transportation.  The Hassfeld family has been very kind to us, along with many others here in Peru.  The other thing that was important and accomplished was getting cash.  There is no way to get cash in Curahuasi, so everyone has to make trips out of town to get cash.  People will even send their bank cards with their friends when they are making trips to Albancay or Cuzco to get cash for them.  Our first week here we ate a lot of peanut butter (homemade that other missionaries had given us when we arrived – you cannot buy peanut butter in Peru) and jelly as we stretched the cash we had brought with us.  It feels good to have some money in the pocket.  Here are some pictures of our trip.  Pardon some of the blurriness on the scenic photos, I was taking them as we drove.  (I was not driving . . . only a passenger.)

The mountains of Peru as we are driving between our town of Curahuasi to Albancay, the closest town of some size.

The mountains of Peru as we are driving between our town of Curahuasi to Albancay, the closest town of some size.

This is what it looks like to drive at 12000 feet.

This is what it looks like to drive at 12000 feet.

The carpenter's workshop.

The carpenter’s workshop.

Our carpintero designing our bed and some shelves for the kitchen.

Our carpintero designing our bed and some shelves for the kitchen.