Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Paraguay, Part VIII

Yesterday, we intended to go shopping, but there was some miscommunication with our transportation, and as a result, we had a very relaxed, laid-back day at the hotel (during which, yay, I finally succeeded in tanning). The children at the site last night really enjoyed the craft, taking all the blue glitter we had and putting it not just on the craft, but everywhere--faces, arms, clothing--everywhere. Scott's sermon that night went so well that he had me convinced. He opened with a story, which was great. Some little girls about Pathfinder age came and chatted with us afterwards, which was fun.I didn't send this update out last night because, other than the complete and total lack of newsworthy info, we were watching the movie Hook projected on the ceiling of the room. There's something very trippy about watching that movie late at night--we're thinking, no more movies; we need to sleep.For that reason, I'm probably going to start sending these out during the day instead of at night. I had to wake up at the crack of dawn this morning to go and speak at a motorcycle factory. This was fascinating, as we were in the vast warehouse where they assemble the frames for these motorcycles. The workers in this factory are all guys about my age, and the company is actually paying them their regular wages to listen to someone from our team to speak to them every day, which seems pretty awesome to me. This was my first time doing a motivational speech, and it didn't go too badly.Later this morning we had the fun of crossing the street to get some water. Sounds simple, eh? But they don't seem to believe in pedestrian right-of-way here. Mr. Van and Scott had to watch for nice, wide gaps in traffic so that we could run across. In a way, there was something marvelously fun about doing this. Don't worry; it's not like I'm going to take up jaywalking in the States or anything stupid like that. They just don't seem to have traffic laws of any kind here, and the accidents here are pretty nasty--be grateful for stoplights in America.

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